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A poem that tells of purpose despite knowing that your future holds a portion of suffering.

From his birth to his death
He knew what he came to do
That his life would be truly lived
He knew that he had to die.

He was equal to his father
But chose to be the son
And like one of us he came, to
Show love that we might be loved.

An example he set before us
Even in his mannerisms
He came not to condemn the world
But that through him it might be saved.

Even though death was before him
It really was his choice
Because he knew salvation would only happen
With him hung from a tree and bleeding

He spoke to all in parables
That everyone might understand
Whichever way you chose to see it,
It really was in your interest.

Despite the pressure from without
He had the power within
He always listened to his father
To ensure he was on course.

He only put to practice
What he saw his Daddy doing,
His one and only goal in life
Was to do Daddy's will.

But wait, why have I known him?
What's the fuss about being like him?
Why have I knelt in worship,
Of the holy one of glory?

He is the one and only,
The one who delineates time
He is the hope of glory
I know his name, the Christ, Jesus.

Reviews

[Ryan]

I really liked this, I think stanza 4 is really powerful but could be worded a little differently to make it sound better. And I really like stanza 7 where you say, " He only put to practice what he saw his daddy doing." That's very powerful and I like the alliteration there with daddy and doing. Great work here, veep writing man!