
This poem is about Jesus' birth and death. Reviews are welcome.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry/Supernatural - Words: 145 - Published: 12-19-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2980720
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Sing noel,
oh, hark the
angels sing
one silent
holy night
long ago.
Away in
the manger,
there lies
Emmanuel
who is God
with us in
human form.
Mary, did you
know life threatening
danger awaits this
stranger, your son
who has a big heart
of gold. Jesus stands
on the world's stage
with arms open wide
in the shape of a cross.
Irreplaceable, he is the
greatest Christmas gift
and sacrifial offering of
all time. Born to die, he
is never afraid to say goodbye
knowing all things would be
made new again through his
crucifixion and resurrection.
Even to this day, the passion
of the christ still burns like a
candle deep inside the hearts of
people. Even to this day, the
passion of the christ remains
the heartbeat of my existence
and I can never get enough of
God's presence.
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