The church door stood open

And deep in the recess

Old Man in a blanket

Was looking for warmth

Three men from within

Stepped onto the sidewalk,

Bent down to this Old Man

And prodded his form

“Come up, you must leave here.

The King is arriving, and he won’t be happy

In finding you here”.

“But He was the One”,

said the Man in the Blanket,

“Who told me to meet Him

today, in this year”.

“Well He never told us,

and nor have we read it”.

We’re sorry but you must

Our orders fulfil”.

When later that day

When the King did arrive

He sought for the old Man…

His body was still.

They’d moved him you see

Away from the recess

And cleaned at the front door

To welcome The King

And when He arrived

There were none of the poor ones

That He had invited to welcome them in

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