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Men decided
They could improve
upon The Manger
A chandelier here
Some red carpet there
Custom carved pews and podiums...
Layer upon layer replaced "Line upon line..."
Though more is just more
They persisted
Reducing posterity and Providence
Into princess and the pea
The essence buried
Under stacks of superfluous nonsense
And once again
In tragic irony
The Sovereign Ruler
Finds no room at the inn
Deity displaced
Emmanuel eclipsed
A baby's cry
Barely heard
On a Bethlehem night...
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"For unto us a child is born,
Unto us a son is given..."
-Isaiah 9:6
