A Man Named JesusThere was a man named Jesus(really the Son of God), One day He’ll rule on His New Earth, With crown & robe & rod. He was laid in a manger of hay, for there was no room in the inn that day. He was born to save us from our sin, Won’t you open your heart’s door, and let him come in? At twelve, He went to the temple to preach, the Word of the Lord, the Jews to teach. At thirty years old, His ministry began, preaching the Kingdom of Heaven to man. At thirty-three, all hell broke loose, His death was soon to come, The grave held him for just three days, Their Messiah, God’s own Son. He was beaten and berated, And then denied thrice; The Messiah, the Savior, God’s perfect sacrifice. He’ll come again to take us Home, where we can live with Him, Forever more, we’ll want for naught, and the Light will never dim. ©Peggy McIlveene Back to Christian Poetry
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