Thousands of Abel sounds
Drench the thirsty grounds
As Herod’s militia pounds
Away from Bethlehem
Thousands of children’s cries
From the village rise
Amidst the mourning sighs
In little Bethlehem
The house that gave us life
Is now filled with pain and strife
And Death still plays his fife
For the souls of Bethlehem
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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