Literature or art, brothers and sisters in Christ, help me break the sentence. I want to recite it recently, but I can't master the rhythm all the time. Stop.

Dear Lord,

Today, we weak children

Sitting next to you on your birthday.

To commemorate 2000 years ago

A baby born in a manger

We come from different corners.

But they all come from the same place.

This is a spiritual wasteland.