Born a carpenter,
He died a King,
With His blood,
He cancelled our sin.
Betrayed by a friend,
The Devil did send,
Before the Roman He was brought,
Because of the love He taught.
Are you a king, they did say? ,
I AM what I AM He did pray,
Mocked and stripped,
Beaten and whipped.
They carried Him to death,
On the third day He took breath,
From the tomb He took His leave,
So that all could believe.
To Heaven He did rise,
Where he received his prize,
Seated at His Fathers right hand,
Soon to judge the whole land.
Good shall win,
Death to all sin,
Through the Son,
The battle is already won.
marvelously done a true poet shall be marvelouly done loved it :) shall u retu... me a comment plz i shall retu.. too 10/0ut of 10 shall be cheers nia bahri
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I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem. I love it's words!