Poem -
Son of God
Pure as the sea
Strong as the rock
Savior was he
Come to break the lock
Curing the sick
Feeding the poor
There was no trick
And many would adore
Though some were not pleased
They did not believe
Their minds were not eased
Faith had not yet been achieved
So they sent out the guard
To come to his land
But could not disregard
Blood was now on their hands
He did not fight
Instead accepted his fate
They could not see his light
Before it was too late
So his body was buried
Until one glorious day
Up above he was carried
And there he would stay
His birth they will celebrate
His death they will mourn
His resurrection they will all wait
Until once again he is born
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Amen sister girl!!..............great flow to this piece...........love that you're writing on one of the greatest stories ever told...............stretching your wings is ALWAYS a good idea.............smiles...........T
ps. thanx for the Friend earlier, much appreciated...............ttyl............T xx
Jordan Smedley
Good write, I love it, my applause, my vote
Regards & Love
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI