Pass the basket, chaulk it full
Throw in your best or look the fool
Christ came in a man's flesh
Suckling as a babe on a women's breast.
Like you, like I , he
for a time came as we
shall die.
though he (?) to died, watching
both Mary's they cried
In vain though they could
not know, he would return
and men would forever more yearn
For what he is a God
a vessel to the holy Father
if and when he should be saught
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