The Gift - Poem by Gert Strydom
For a Godly being that control and send elements
for whom time is only a moment,
with might unlimited
comes the time, the hour
of being human.
The life that he led
made purity, integrity and love spread
and still he was despised and hanged
to get salvation for all men.
When we celebrate Christmas day
and send gifts to our loved ones
it’s better to look at His life
than gifts wrapped in paper.
The ultimate gift of all time stays
the God that had to endure pain for us
and faultless had to pay the price
for everyone to have salvation.
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