Footsteps He Trod

The Christ Child is born
Whether of man or God
Not what really adorns
The merit or holiness of footsteps he trod

It is the message rings true
Not the details of his life that should matter
The love and tolerance that were his way have been lost

By so many that insist others should pay the cost
On and on they go with their endless patter
Speaking as if they still knew

The innocence of God’s
Way and were not shorn
Of compassion nor awed
By the creator’s benevolence. They’re forlorn