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“I believe God gave His only Son, so that I might live by his word without fear.”
The poet.
No heralding angles to prepare for his birth
No regal setting for he, to be king of the earth.
God’s Son born in a lowly animal’s manger.
From Herod’s all baby boys born were in danger
Jesus, though Son of God, King of Kings and Lord of lords,
God had him live as an ordinary man not needing swords.
He did not live in a palace, in luxury with riches galore,
No jeweled crown when with the people, lepers or at tax collector’s door.
He taught the people including children about mercy and love.
They believed as He performed miracles by the power of God above.
He walked on water, He made the blind see and the lame walk,
And thousands came to gather and listen just to hear him talk.
Once when faced with a dilemma not to go against the law of the day,
Saving an adulteress from being stoned, He stated come who may,
And the one without sin should be the one to cast the first stone.
Soon as He knew would happen, the woman and He stood alone.
His Father had sent his only Son to be a leader to all mankind.
Jesus had many followers, soon he must leave his earthly life behind.
By dying on the cross, Jesus took the punishment we deserve,
and offered us His righteousness if His word we observe.
When your word isn't worth, the only air it traveled through,
You may quickly realize that fear and fraud don't accrue.
Then as any and all hope is halted, and faith does not exist,
The sight of all those broken promises, is there to persist.
At that point you're left upon an island, naked and alone.
With no one left to listen, no one to cast the first stone.
So now you're on your own, with your lies and disbelief,
As those you knew, now avoid you, and you're seen as a thief.
Can redemption even exist now, for all the lies that you've told?
Or has time passed right on by, while you've grown lonely and old?
These may be the final questions, to answer or even hate.
Finally seeing if you realize, you can no longer fabricate.
I’ve decided to have me a seat and tell you what’s on my mind.
The following words are original, they are nobody else’s but mine.
They may not be very polished, and my grammar might not be just right.
I will never be a great poet, but I sleep quite well at night.
This is not some artificial intelligence, it’s just my fingers on keys.
These rhymes are just for fun, kind of like the birds and the bees.
There is no one I seek to impress, just hoping for a smile or two.
My grass will never be greener, and my sky contains the same blue.
I might write a little about faith, or maybe my incredible wife.
You might hear a line about gas or some of the truth in my life.
Feel free to turn up your nose, you will find that I really don’t care.
I will always be true to my friends, and immune to each snobby stare.
Go ahead and copy my words, you can even pass them off as your own.
My walls are all made of glass, so it can be you to cast the first stone.
Feel free to do as you please, our admin will not even look.
The dishonest will continue to plagiarize, then brag about writing a book.
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