Good News Poem by Dare Onadele

Do you say life's unfair?  
Know Satan's tool is fear. 
Grace is there to care
To run life's lot affair.

Christ wasn't spared.
He died for all despaired.
Good news joyfully spread
Of God's love given and shed.

His body is broken bread,  
You take it become holy.
Christ's blood is vine wine
You take it become divine 

He makes light life burden.
Christ's yoke, take, it's easy.
All labour and heavy laden
Find rest in Him and be happy