Jesus Was Our Gift. Poem by Michael Gale

Jesus Was Our Gift.



Church of the heart...Just as
Jesus was born.

In all our part...Never scorn.

Not forlorn...Never sad...

No more duty...Of the bad.

Jesus came unto thy cross...

Was He not thy royal boss?

He gave the gift, to give-last...

Since beginning of times of last.

Through His parting for our past...

Into Heaven, will we to have been, amassed.

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Michael Gale

Michael Gale

Chicago Illinois/Oklahoma City.
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