Michael Gale - A Crossing, Had He Gone.

Swaddling clothed in blanketed hay...
In a manger, be, to save the day.

He was born, to save the soul of man...
He was born, to be good, as can.

Lone brightest, star...
Guided the travelers three, real far.

To pay homage, to a king, of kings...
Good news of his birth, was what the three,
would send, and one of the, gifts, that, they' d bring,
T'would be good news, lovingly free.

He'd grow to heal the sick and blind...
He'd preach the laws of God, and later,
he'd be whipped-in-kind.

He was put to a cross..
Because, He was the one, true Boss.

He had risen, to the occasion...
To give man, from sin, a permanent vacation.

He is now seated, at the right hand of God's, own throne...
Through, His teachings, we are no longer, spiritually alone.

He will return to Earth, one day...
To end, the mortal man's, sinning way.

He will gather up, His children of God...
His Father, will go ahead, and give an approving nod.

There will be, no more sickness or sin...
For God, will, outnumber, and win, and win.

Michael Gale

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