Lyrics:
born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort
within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy comfort and joy
O tidings
wretched, left forlorn
And worse than murder'd by thy scorn
(Exit under guard)
a load (he's there)
That's when Jesus is a comforter (to my soul)
Well you may scorn me turn your back on me
God's got his arms wrapped all around me
And great was her scorn
I offered to take her to Donnybrook Fair
And to buy her fine ribbons to tie up her hair
I offered to marry and to stay by her
Zion"
To be reborn lets you be scorn by the ways of the wicked
Who pillage our communities and natural resources for profit
He said "My children, each
born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
(O tidings of comfort and joy)
the flames of our origin
To lie still and wait
The baseless reverence you adjure
Is condemned by truth
Your divine, cast down from the skies
Cold and wretched
the mountains high
With cavalry and infantry to take him they did try
He laughed at them with scorn until at last 'twas said
By a false-hearted woman he was
born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort
And would fight back memories of you.
You affected my life, oh I cannot deny that
You made believe that life's not for free.
But anger and scorn are not what
By K. Michael Cooper
Now I would like to introduce to you
Professor Makashanti
International Professor of Dubology, Dub,
Poetry
Reasoning
creating
Love child, never meant to be (wait, wait, won't you wait now, hold on)
Love child, (scorn by) society
Love child, always second best
Love
should I be forsaken,
Why must I here in sorrow remain?
Through yonder grove, by the spring that is running
There you and I have so merrily played,
made the darkness bright
Greater lights to rule by day
Lesser tights to rule by night.
Nothing or no one can change them
Adjust or even rearrange them
was born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy,
of the powerful
I hunger for it
It just keeps me alive
I met the dragon
In a cave by the mountain
Now I bring the evidence
The beast is alive
This
formed drawn in the brain
Sorn scorn by the pourin' rain
But I can stand it seldom do I feel stranded
Granded I stand with the style that is
Onwards! There is a storm so deep within my heart Still raging and untamed, yet focused and upright Raised by visions of the future, now fueled by
I've thought I needed things that I could by with gold
I scorn the treasure of her love my arms could hold
A love that made me richer than a king yes
and fear to never awaken
The pure and virtuous scorched in their wake
Bled by unabated scorn to bleed and endure
Blackened hearts not only inherit fortune
within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
To wich his Mother Mary
Did not take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy
Of comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort
Just call my name, cause I'm feel
Just call my name, cause I'm feel your scorn!
Faster than an agony
Terrifying endless cycle, entry cage
And like
to love him all the more
Scorn not his simplicity oh no
Oh no oh no
Only he knows how to
Face the future hopefully
Surrounded by despair
He won't ask for
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