Son of David
His holy conception was God's master plan
This Son of David, this Son of Man
At his birth Angels sang
On the threshold of glory his life began
For all of mankind He would suffer the pang
In a world full of darkness He is the light
Yet dismal would be his final plight
Betrayed and beaten, He paid the cost
His bloodstained body, a piteous sight
He will return with great glory, so all is not lost
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10/4/17
Contest: Rhyme Time With 5
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2017
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