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child called JESUS

(2/11/13)

 

Blood, sweat, and tears he would shed

On the path that lied ahead.

Imagine a child preaching the word of GOD

When even the adults had found it hard.

 

Can you picture him walking into town?

And his followers sitting on the ground

Listening to what he had to say

Their hands clasped together as they prayed.

 

Can you picture him in your mind?

Telling his mother that he is fine

And not to worry, not to bother

That he is not alone but with his father.

He was just a child, but he was the son of GOD

And preaching for him did not come hard.

 

From his birth she knew that to his father he would be true

For she was told ahead of time, what GOD had on his mind.

That he would be the leader of men and nations

And stop many of the devastations.

 

His childhood was about as normal as can be

But there was so many things that only he could hear and see

He knew that he was different from the others around

For they could not see the visions or hear the sounds.

 

This was the child called JESUS that we’ve all come to know

Two thousand years later and he is still loved so.

 

© L. RAMS

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