The Bible
He was born today
No place for him to lay
But within a stable small
Yet filled with warmth/love.
He died today
Hung from a cross
His final resting place
A tomb upon a slab.
The middle, the best
You will find
Within the pages
Of a book we call
The Bible!
Melody A. Coster© 2015
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