Hamas is a poor boy,
And he has no parents—
Not even a single toy
To relish these moments.
Nine years old is he,
But with hundred sorrows;
I’d rather dine with him
And fulfill Christ’s purpose!

He looked in my eyes,
And I was soon in tears;
O what a smile he has
Even when no one cares!
He sought for a friend,
But only Jesus came;
Then why should I not
Replicate this very same?

Set us a table for two—
For me and Hamas;
This my soul delights to do
On a day like Christmas.
Not with the world’s famous,
Not with earth’s richest;
If Christ were here today,
He’d dine with the poorest.



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