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The Reason

Though isn’t it strange, but it’s also quite sad

That many will cel’brate, ’n’ not think of the lad

Who came as a baby, became mortal flesh

In order to give to us, new life, afresh.

The ONE, who, before even time did begin

Did know of the future that was before Him;

The suff’ring that He knew would be hard to bear

Yet WILLINGLY, took on the pain, midst a pair

Of guilty, vile victims who deserved their fate

And  yet, He continued to show all, no hate.

Why, even before they did take their last breath

He welcomed one more, to new life, after death.

Who made such a change and continues, e’en still,

In the lives of ‘WHOEVER’ accepting His will.

             .............................................

{ The other thief hanging, I wonder, of him
He STILL is tormented, because of his whim
To taunt the dear Saviour, while still on the cross,

Eventually realised his freedom did toss. }


However, He promised, a promise He’ll keep,

The Shepherd’s returning, for all of His sheep,

Predicted in HIS Word, since MANY years back,

Signs giv’n, appear to be happ’ning on track.

Though none can with certainty dictate the ‘when’

His Word, we can trust, He IS coming again.


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