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I Don’t Fit
I don’t fit the manger scene
Not a lass who’s barely fourteen
Nor a man who heeds his dreams
I’m too possessed with my schemes
Never sheepish, devoid of sin
Willing to welcome a baby in
Yet perhaps an ass from the working class
Grunting a complaint over midnight cries
Where would I fit, with all my lies?
I would be the shepherd who remained with the flock
Bound and determined to punch the clock
“Angels we have heard on high”
Don’t pay the rent–let ’em fly
Bethlehem’s too simple and quaint
No time to stress or offer complaint
I just don’t seem to belong
With angels singing a heavenly song
Go to bed, get some sleep
Rise again to sow and reap
For I would never stare at the sky
Believing a star had the answers why
And trek across the desert sand
A stranger in a foreign land
To burst into tears of joy
Because I found Heaven’s Boy
I’m so glad I missed Holy Night
Because I would have failed to see the light
‘Tis the story that touches my pagan soul
And allows me a chance to be made whole
I don’t fit in the manger scene
With Mama and child, so serene
God was smart, with all His clout
To give me time to figure it out
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