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A child is born to us. In war-torn Syria.

Tiny, quivering Ahmed enters our world.

Hark the herald guns and mortar,

Glory to the dictator.

What no angels singing?

Joy to the world. Yeah right!

Ahmed’s only shelter is his mother’s trembling arms. She fights for survival every day.

Living a life of fear.

Storming heaven every night for the courage and power of the divine to penetrate

the darkness that rules the powers that be.

She prays for peace.

And a healing of hearts.

That there will be a shift in the the world around her.

Hoping that her precious little Ahmed will be the new Messiah.

A soldier of peace.

The New Nativity. The New Hope.


◄ Tick, Tock.



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AM Cash

Wed 21st Dec 2016 23:06

So much for the holy lands !

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