From the place where the evilest of demons dwell,
I
brushed the dust off my feet after
Stepping
from Hell.
And
stones cast down from the wall
Like
Jesus described,
Did
cave the earth near the place
Where
these demons thrived.
But Jesus is born,
Angelic
trumpets proclaim,
And
the first to hear the news,
A
few shepherds became.
These events were not
As
far apart as may be thought,
For
today a short trip on a bus,
Together
they were brought.
This
is my story, this is my song,
My
soul is nourished
By
an Angelic throng.
Find
rest with your soul
In
the yoke of Jesus,
For
His burden is light
And
the strain
He
releases.
Selah 
My Soul Is Nourished by Ronhales Psalm 146:8