He labored as He hung in pain
To bring His Child unto the birth
His Child of seed that men can't see
A seed of Life beyond this earth..
As men below Him gazed on Him
No comfort for Him, all alone
His thoughts all for His Fathers will
His hope in heart? A heavenly throne.
The plan that day ? The plot deterred.
What satan thought would then occur,
His Light no longer would be seen
but, didn't know the change of scene
would come about, men multiplied
An army birthed of Gods Bright Light
His Image now restored to men
His ownership bought back again.
For Spirits carry now within
His Light so bright; no death, no sin.
Pilgrims now on earth but yet...
What now awaits? Royal life..no tear, nor fret.
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