Humbly Crowned - Poem by Janice Setters
Yours heavens greatest possession.
Being Gods only son.
Appearing in the mist of troubled times.
Words comfort a wounded soul.
Lifting burdens from heavy hearts.
Wiping tears from crying eyes.
Lighting a path that one may trod.
Uncertain souls find inspiration through his words.
He lived in the mist of creation in the likeness of man.
Hanging from a tree blood came trickling down.
Overshadowed by death.
Carried to a tomb.
Rising the third day.
Ascending to the heavens, as she opens her arms.
Appearing before the father, being humbly crowned.
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