One Life
Her name was Miriam;
Joe Jacobson was his.
When I first encountered them,
They had no kids.
But she was pregnant,
In a most obvious way!
The city was bustling more than usual,
And they had no place to stay.
They managed to gather some wood, tarp, and crating,
In a filthy alley,behind the local hotel.
"No rooms were available for them,"
Was the story they had to tell.
Then, I heard , that later that night,
Their baby boy was born.
Only a few, undesirable street people,
Were there with them to see the light of morn.
Yet they were rejoicing over that one life,
That entered the world that day.
A life about Whom countless multitudes,
Would have countless things to say.
Some would follow after Him,
And hang on to every word He said;
While other men were jealous,
And plotted to see Him dead.
For only a span of thirty-three years,
This Man traversed this sod.
And mankind has the chance to be free,
For this Baby of humble birth, was the Son of God. Charlie Pelota
Copyright © Charlie Pelota | Year Posted 2010
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