For Love of...
Unto this world was born a child
His task was awesome
His countenance mild
Though power and glory, Divinely, were His
He humored and showed us just what we had missed
With truth laid bare, He showed us ourselves
The tatters we cling to, just pomp on a shelf
So we took Him,
And showed Him, just how right He was!
We tortured and killed Him, in spite of his love!
And now do we know
Well, sometimes we see...
That God made us lucky,
As creatures can be.
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