For each location on this Earth, what three words come to mind?
A special place of so much worth it blesses all Mankind.
The Holy Land! The Holy Land! The land where Christ once lived.
Through prophecies that God had planned, He gave this precious gift.
The Holy Spirit, as a dove, revealed Him once baptised.
The King of Kings! The King of Love! Our Saviour, Jesus Christ!
The Son of Man. The Son of God. Through Mary's wise consent.
This land was where our Saviour trod, yet not by accident.
Across the wilderness, Christ walked. Across the waters, too.
What words He preached each time He talked to folks like me and you!
If blessed in Heaven, not in Hell, Man's chance to choose rewards.
Before we bid this life farewell, then meet the Lord of Lords!
Each time you kneel in private prayer, as you approach this task,
Consider then what three words share, as in Christ's Name, you ask.
God bless you! That's not hard to say! Three words can save a soul!
Three words prayer warriors choose to say can heal and then make whole.
Yes, what we pray is up to us as we approach God's Throne.
Amazing Grace, thanks to Jesus! Though Jesus Christ alone!
Denis Martindale, for the 17th of September 2024.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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