As your credit crunches
Impoverished lunches
Every thing's costing a bomb
Your heat turned down
A constant frown
Is worn with much aplomb
With Christmas near
You're full of fear
The present list is long
Welcome to the real world
To which you now belong.
Jesus was poor
He didn't want more
Was happy with all that He had
Being our friend
On Him we depend
So things are not so bad
He covers our need
Dismisses our greed
His kingdom is where we reside
So give Him your yoke
In Him let us soak
Through all of our troubles He'll guide.
