Friday, December 29, 2023

Jesus


Jesus
by Lord R.e. Taylor

He was born of a poor family
In a Jewish town in a Jewish land
He grew up to preach the Gospel
Travelling the land helping people
Making miracles when He needed to
He became a very famous man
Called the King of the Jews
In the end He was murdered by a foreign land
After giving the world His body and blood
Yet, His teachings will never be forgotten
The memory of Him dying on the cross
His answering of so many prayers
Proves that He never truly died
And that His love still guides us all

© Poem – XXIX/XII/MMXXIII
LRET


 

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