A light was born in silence, no crown of gold, but one of light.
In a bed of straw he lay, and later walked amongst us to bring his love and truth and words to heal.
The one true king wept and was put on a cross, for us to die for our sins. Through death he saved, and love was won.
Michael Cochrane ©️ 2026
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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