The True Friend - Poem by Micheal King
He is the best of all friends,
so caring, he's a true friend.
He puts a smile on our faces,
for His love flows with graces.
He came with so much love,
to shine the light to our world.
He loved, cared and cherished us,
and we are are saved by His devine touch.
He's humble, gentle and kind,
His heart so pure, filled with light.
He's strong, powerful and filled with might,
yet simple, gentle and kind like a blissful night.
For our sakes, He was tortured, beaten and crusified,
in pain, torment and agony He died.
But in his love He prayed for us,
He's a true friend, His name is love.
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