He Who...


He who was born, the Son of Man,

He who lay in a lowly manger bed.

He who grew into, the man of all men,

He who with one fish, the masses, fed.


He who healed the sick and the lame, 

He who lived and spoke God's Word.

He who died upon that rugged Cross.

He who rose up, to forever be heard.


He who took away, all our sins and shame,

He who knew, ahead, what was His fate.

He who took all the nails and scars,

He who still knowingly bore that weight.


He who never abandons, or criticizes,

He who makes us feel worthy of His love.

He who treasures and adores even mere me,

He who no one else, will ever be above!



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