Dec 2010
His big blue eyes.
Teary and sad.
His fluff of brown hair.
Upon that tiny head.
But his life has been given.
What a pretty face.
He squirms, squeals, sniffles, and screams.
Let's let God let him be.
For this new born child has such a pretty face.
Teary and sad.
His fluff of brown hair.
Upon that tiny head.
But his life has been given.
What a pretty face.
He squirms, squeals, sniffles, and screams.
Let's let God let him be.
For this new born child has such a pretty face.
I wanted to write a Christmas poem. I was trying to describe in my perspective what I think Jesus looked like. As we all know Christians pray to Jesus. And Catholics pray to Mary. I was baptized to be a Catholic. But I think I'm somewhere in between, I pray to Jesus. But my religion is Catholic.
But when I wrote this poem. I wasn't taking a religion. I wanted to describe to people what I think Jesus would have looked like. Big blue eyes, a tuft of brown hair.
I know this poem is somewhat short. But I thought that just giving you guys some words of what I was thinking would get you guys to get the jist.
Thank you. Merry Christmas and Happy New Years! Live well. Hope well. And dream well.
But when I wrote this poem. I wasn't taking a religion. I wanted to describe to people what I think Jesus would have looked like. Big blue eyes, a tuft of brown hair.
I know this poem is somewhat short. But I thought that just giving you guys some words of what I was thinking would get you guys to get the jist.
Thank you. Merry Christmas and Happy New Years! Live well. Hope well. And dream well.
