Written by Frank G. Gross
It was a long cold walk to freedom
To the calm of the morning sun.
As the task begins in the freezing winds
On a journey that must be won.
They walked away from burning homes
And barely shed a tear,
They walked away from treachery
And walked away from fear.
It was a miracle at Christmas,
Forty years ago,
When one hundred thousand refugees
Had braved the blizzard snow.
An old man in his sixties
Carried a heavy pack
Of food, of clothes and blankets,
On the A-Frame on his back.
The strength of the solid frame
And the courage held inside,
Started by wife, son and daughter,
Increased the father's pride.
Each step a vote for freedom
When so many walked away,
To find a path of peace on earth,
That many know today.
It was a long cold walk to freedom,
To the calm of the morning sun,
In the freezing winds where the task began,
The journey now is won.
It was a Miracle at Christmas
Of forty years ago.
When one hundred thousand refugees
Had braved the blizzard snow.
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