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Prisoner's Base

Tho' Almighty, far from me,
Little Babe, you cannot be;
If perchance you get away,
Back you come on Christmas-day,
And we children hold you here
In our hearts, a Prisoner.

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  • ea Moderators member
    January 21, 2006
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    I really like this one, the idea of Jesus being a perpetual, cool little babe whom everyone adores.