There Was A Child Born. Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

There was a Child born.
His father held him in his hands in swaddling cloths.
And his Mother.
They took him home.
They saw him grow.
They ached with him.
Civilization they gave him.
They worried for him.
But there were who envied him.
And saw him suffer.
His father suffered.
His mother suffered
But pity was not of his enemies.
Till
Till one day three Angels came
Sent they from immense heavens.
And with them took him.
Away from enemies.
Away from Earth.
Where pity lay.
And
Broken were the Chains that tied.
Once for all and broken.