Blizzard in Oz
To seek a heart – I need not,
nor a brain – have I sought,
courage – I have not bought.
Snow white – brings Santa Claus,
for Christmas’ spirit – we pause,
foregoing – all by-laws.
I need to know – who you are,
led by the brightest – north star,
guide me now – from afar.
In this place – so mighty cold,
a warm heart – I long to hold,
this babe, my savior – “I am,” He told.
© 2008 Randolph D. Brown, Jr.
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