Who bore the mark of death
Yet cursed the very grave
Who gave their life so perfectly
And saved all those enslaved
Who battled with the scientists
Bearing their disbelief
Who knelt to honor servants
And brought back the deceased
Who performed so many miracles
That great mages didn't see what they'd saw
Who journeyed through fields of praise
And cried, seeing remnants of the fall
Who stepped down from his throne
Went from lion to lamb
Who sacrificed everything
To show us I Am
Who gave us new prophets
To tell what is to come
Who bequeath such gifts to us
None other than the Son.
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Candles of the Night: A Book of Poetry
PoetryA book of all of the random poems I have written. Read through them and you'll be smitten. Updates are random for inspiration doesn't always flow. But often enough because I'm not that slow. Yes, many are written in rhyming verse. Yet not all are...
