Christ born in lowly state
He came in mortal barn’s crate
Redeeming us from sin’s grip
In His sacrificial love
Sting of death lost its strength
Truth freed us from soul’s lament
Mourning from guilt is over
Accept now the Gift He offer
So your soul became God’s heir
(Acrostic Poem_8 syllables/line_12.25.09)
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