the
matchstick girl has made her way into my new year’s heart
her
hunger fed, a warm soft bed is heaven’s holy art
as in
heaven so on earth is what our savior prayed
but we
forget the charity after our bed is made
the
devil roams about the earth with hatred in his heart
a
hellscape lined with matchstick girls outside the shopping marts
there
is no need for words like these to tell you what you know
you
claim your God on earthen sod but do your actions show
that
who you say your master is is who you really serve
the
matchstick girl will testify to all she has observed
now
some give none while some give all even if works don’t save
but
true confession of your faith is in how you behave
so let
her shiver in the cold with hunger in her eyes
each
time you give her a wide berth the devil’s not surprised
a
fireplace, his saving grace and still we ask for more
no,
not to share or show we care about those who are poor
cause
i am never rich enough to lend a helping hand
although
all my priorities should be as he commands
so as
in hell is now on earth cause all we want is more
another
matchstick girl has died outside your favorite store
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