The Son of God

 

He was born in a dirty manger

Soon after he was greeted by three strangers

They bore gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh

He was Christ the Lord they were sure.

 

How can he save us? What can he do?

He was born in a barn filled with poo!

How is he our king? How is he our Savior?

But who knew what Christ would do…. 33 years later.

 

At the age of twelve his parents left him at a feast

They found him sitting down, preaching to the priests!

Mary and Joseph were extremely mad

Jesus said “I’m doing the work of my Father. Why are you sad?”

 

As Jesus grew older he grew closer to God

Demons would flee at a blink or a nod

When he was around the Spirit of God would move

He turned water into wine

He sent demons into swine

And people’s anger he would soothe

 

Girl, boy, woman, or man

Jesus would heal them at the touch of his hand

Demons would flee at a blink or a nod

Truly this man was the Son of God

 

Demons possessed them and made their minds slower

They crucified him and thought Christianity was over

Three days later Jesus came back to life

Here he ended all the Christians strife

 

Demons would flee at a blink or a nod

Truly this man was the Son of God. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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