Poetry Emotion

Prince of Peace




Born in Bethlehem,
come out of Egypt.
Be called a Nazarene,
and be a king with no place
to lay His head.

He painted no pictures,
yet some of the finest painters
received their inspiration from Him.

He wrote no poetry,
yet the world's greatest poets
were inspired by Him.

He composed no music,
yet composers of their highest perfection
of symphonies were composed in His praise.

Every sphere of human greatness
has been enriched by this humble
carpenter of Nazareth.

In infancy He startled a king,
in boyhood He puzzled doctors.

In manhood He walked upon the billows,
and hushed the sea to sleep.

He healed the multitudes without medicine,
and made no charge for His services.

He never wrote a book,
yet not all the libraries of a single country,
could hold the books that could be written about Him.

He never wrote a song,
yet He has furnished the theme,
of more songs than all songwriters combined.

He never founded a college,
yet all the schools together cannot boast,
of as many students as He has.

Great of many have come and gone,
yet He lives on.

Death could not destroy Him,
the grave could not hold Him.

We shall be forever with Him,
or without Him.

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~ Robin Ann @,~>