"Suppose it were your birthday And all your friends would come; And gather around your fireplace There in your happy home. They come with smiles and gladness, And bring their presents, too. But when they start to share them, There's not a one for you. They give them to each other, A grand and costly lot. But for the guest of honor They somehow just forgot. You say such things don't happen Nor should it ever be; It seems too crude and cruel For folks like you and me. But friend, have you considered Just this is what men do? Not, of course, to humans But to our Lord, it's true." Fred Jarvis BACK