Fragment

To think He came
Into a world turned sour
It’s not fathomable
A world created to be beautiful
And perfect
Yet by some means
Has turned from its roots
Yes, a world so vile
So lost
So dirty
So oblivious
Still, He comes into this
Divinity in a place of sin and carelessness
Lowering himself to be one of us
To live as one of us
To die as one of us
It’s a gift no one could match
Or could every hope to match

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