His birth was extra-ordinary.
Good tidings he bagged from beyond.
His love, the deaf could hear,
His kindness, the blind could see.
So great but yet Humble,
A God, but He chose mortal.


His Miracle were countless, indiscriminate, and sumptuous.
Pure as Lamb, and sinless as baby.
For His love, hatred was exchanged.
For His Care, Betrayal was coined.


With cruel they strucked the innocent.
Blood finds path down His body, like a drink offering.
With great Pain, His body quiver.
He wept till no more tears safe blood.


To the place of the skull,
In the view of all,
He was Crucified.
Yet to all Sins, He declared.....
'IT IS FINISHED'