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Circus Man
written by: Tim Gallagher
12-02-1999
finished 12-01-2000
The circus man ROARS
He opens his great maw
Trying to swallow all
We watch with blind eyes
We trod into the great
Open mouth of his tent
Wallets open - money spent
File in shuffling along
"I need this" you think
"You do, these too"
Comes the whispered reply
But the words ring hollow
Should he spring his trap now
We'd run like frightened hares
But he's subtle and cunning
Always smooth, winking, smiling
"Last one" he warns us
Coming up close to talk
"Last chance, only today
Act now, don't delay."
Still we pour from the tent
Laden down, panting, sweating
Our arms full of his lies
Eyes blind to his disguise
His minions huddle in groups
Planning their next tack
Always scheming, plotting
"Are we at 5.2 or 5.3?"
And every year it's the same
This time when we should be
Remembering why Jesus came
All we do is spend and buy
Laden down with our own burdens
The ones Jesus came to take away
But we ignore Him and his birth
Will we again this Christmas Day?
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