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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I. The Nazarene child was a rose gold jewel, set against an astral backdrop that blazed through harvest’s chafe with the intensity of a supernova in tumult II. Before his advent, we were salt with no zest, trampled upon by the feet of men, III. Upon our first encounter, the beloved Son’s and his word, was a spark that rekindled the dimming light of our blinded gaze, restoring the savor of forgone youth IV. We were the blind paralytics, vessels drained of their vinicultural blood, but he bestowed on us sight, dusted off the layers that coated our calloused quintessence, V. He purged the lepers that blotted our blank slates, and summoned us from our paralysis to stand with two feet firmly planted on bare and unadorned Earth, a canvas for porcelain poise to unravel itself to the rhythm of carnality’s waltz VI. Through Christ, we are remolded, shedding the skin of our previous selves, emerging forth from our shells VII. Like a flutterby bursting through its cocoon-esque cradle, we take flight, each wingbeat severing the ties to the cacophonic shadows of yore VIII. Lo! With glee, we lose our lives, denying ourselves as we hoist our crucifix in our emulation of The beloved Son IX. We are beasts of burdens, that masquerade under the guise of knighthood. X. Our throne is the saddle atop Judean colts, where we bear every disease, we ride under the red sun of Yeshua’s kingdom
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