Different was a baby boy born long ago and far away.
Different was sheltered in a stable with a manger for a bed.
Different was a 12 year old who in the temple lead.
Different was a man with parables to teach.
Different were his lessons, love was what he preached.
Different was to pay our debts and bleed for all our sins.
Different was to die for us, that we could live with God someday.
Author notes
My son sat on my lap one day with tears in his eyes and asked me "know what I pray for mom? That God will make me not different" (My son has Asperger's syndrome and is Bi-polar. How could I explain that he will always be different.
I racked my brain to think of all of the wonderful people in history who made it there because of their differences. I hoped that when I read these words to him he would realize that Different is not bad! I hope that this season we will all remember that different is not always bad! Thanks for reading Kimmini
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Yes poet
and sadly it is so different how we celebrate His birth now the when I was young. We cannot even say ' Merry Christmas ' without the socialist looking to kill us. But I Ty poet.
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