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On the trek of time, a figure stands,
Jesus Christ’s pierced hands. Trusting God’s grace, His Person in this place. Son of God, the Savior, On the cross, in our favor. Atonement of love, Our souls His glove. A role model - NOT! Selflessly giving us His lot. Compassion's radiant light, Illuminating our darkest night. In history, no name so dear, Whispered prayers, vanquished fear. The moral One, the True, Healing hearts bound in blue. His death paints your story, At home in love and glory. Echoes in our hearts, Christ gifted His parts. |
POEMS
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