![\"Wren](\"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/Wren-Boys-in-Ireland-on-Saint-Stephens-Day.jpg\" "\\"Wren")
<\/p>\n<\/p>\n
Wren no longer hunted, nor Church attended
\nClergy speak to deaf ears, eyes have seen
\nWhat all thought could never be, sinners
\nMen of cloth greatest of all have been.<\/p>\n
We think we are holy less today
\nThan we were as a people pious before
\nBut now we pray from faith and belief
\nNot from fear and posture anymore.<\/p>\n
God being good still hears and heeds our prayers
\nWe not in others faces mutter
\nThe silent prayers of the aching soul
\nAngels carry each tear we utter.<\/p>\n
Cash may rule Christmas we think aloud
\nBut He, Christ is in the hearts of each:
\nSpeaks to us in tongue we understand
\nGives solace, life’s lessons teach.<\/p>\n
This Christmas, if you not in church be
\nWont matter if Christ in your heart keep
\nThe wren, innocent, bloodlibel blamed
\nIn peace in its nest can in bliss sleep.<\/p>\n
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