You still walk the streets,
looking for a place to put Your head,
still poorer than a bird in its nest.
You still knock
on the double-latched bolted-shut door
with Christians inside.
Christ, You are still discarded
and dropped in the wastebasket
of sometime or never.
Christ, Your chance is still slim
in our land of goodness and keep-smiling,
where we live by Your ethics
without knowing You.
Proclaimed: teacher among teachers,
king among kings,
God among Gods,
one of the many ways to salvation,
take it or leave it.
Jesus, don't let me live outside of You
outside of the heart of the world.
Smash down my locked door,
rest in my house
and sit at my table.
Let me be on Your side,
drown me in Your love.
Neglect the name and number that I am,
the address and place in or out of society
and break through to me
to release the weights
clinging to my hands and feet.
And love me into Your love,
into Your Christmas.