Blind Faith

Blind Faith

Upon the Earth so snowy white,
There lay a man in red.
His hair and beard so tangled,
From his journey on a sled.

Silent as a mouse he lay,
The words he could not utter,
He prays for only one brave soul,
to help this man in red.

People pass without a word,
Are they handcuffed by the law.?
Their eyes deny the vision;
No faith in what they saw.

No time to help,
it isn’t real,
the thorn left in the paw.

His breathing now grows slow,
as the sun gives up its light.
A solitary bird sings her melody to the night.
Is there hope for one who lies still and deathly quiet.

The man in red says help me please, but only if you can.
A child draws near and kneels beside the man.
The old man smiles and turns his head toward this youthful lad,
I only need a little help; I hear that you’re not bad.

What can I do, I am not strong, my muscles they are weak,
I will help you out, what can I do; I am here on bended knee.
The old man whispered many thanks, and lifts his knarled hand.
See that stick, the red tipped one; please bring it here to me.

A crowd had finally gathered round,
And helped him to his feet,
The man in red shook off the snow,
As well as the defeat.

Heaven must have sent you son,
When no one else would pause,
I now can walk, be on my way,
And yes, you're right, I am Santa Claus.