He was born in a stable, in an obscure village, from there he travelled many miles far away from home, he never went to college, he never had a lot of money, he became a normadic preacher, popular opinion turned against him, he was was betrayed by a close friend and his other friends ran away, he was unjustly condemned to death, crucified on a cross among common thieves on a hill overlooking the town dump and wen dead, was laid in a borrowed grave........ Twenty centuries have come and gone, empires have risen and fallen, mighty armies have marched and powerful rulers have reigned. Yet no one has affected men as he. He is the central figure of the human race. He is the messiah the son of God.
Livinus, this is a beautiful poem, beautifully written from deep Love for our Lord. May your heart be with always full of joy filled with His Love. Beautiful! Thank you. Love and Light
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I would like to translate this poem
Nicely put! ! ! I like this prose. Concise to the point. Would challenge any reader to deny your conclusion. Thank you.