On The Tenth Of May
On the tenth of May an angel
Was born in far eastern country;
He grew up with no worldly things,
Neither gold nor prosperity.
But he was called by the Father
As messenger in these last days
To preach the pure, pristine gospel
To all people from any race.
The prophecies were all fulfilled,
As the Church Of Christ reemerged;
God's messenger was instrument,
Letting faith, hope, and love converge.
He's not alone in his mission,
For the one true God was with him;
He was guided by God's great light,
Seeing bright day, not dark or dim.
He used not his own opinion
To show the world the only way;
The gift of God to all humans
Had begun on the tenth of May.
Topic: 133rd Birthday of Bro.
Felix Y. Manalo (May 10,2019)
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2019
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