My wife Sandhya knows where it is.
She tied a yellow string to it.
She had found it.
But doesn’t rememberer exactly.
The Hands they say once made the world
Now find themselves around nails curled
The One who by rights is our Boss
Has become a symbol of loss
The secret to being content
Is living in light of advent
Both better and worse
Help reverse the curse
By making room for His descent
Only when we are weak
Can we be mighty
God brings us to the end
Of all that we trust
So Discipling by Him