The Lord's Prayer
THE LORD’S PRAYER
There is no time like Christmas time to religious people.
God sent his only begotten son to form vision.
Civilization is here and now where we know our way.
The Lord’s Prayer is a keepsake.
When Jesus was born, the Angel’s rejoiced in song.
Only a few gentlemen heard the sirens hum.
Zephyrs were the twilights of Orion within the snowflakes and icicles that hung from the trees’ branches.
As the day transgresses, many had visit Bethlehem to be in the presence of the Messiah omnipotence.
The Scribes had written this prophecy eras ago of the Messiah coming to save on Earth.
Laying in a manger, Jesus Christ was a bundle of joy for peace on Earth.
Yet only Pagans questioned his worth.
As a boy, Jesus would spread the Word of his heavenly father who resided in a different universe.
He would go in peace and goodwill helping others.
The Messiah omnipotence was known to Pagans.
The Lord’s Prayer became the keepsake.
A nightly recital done in regime every day.
For the deliverance in belief that the Messiah gives where his omnipotence is felt.
A new epoch begin where a child can define his or her gift.
Posted: December 23, 2017
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