With arms unfurled, in warm embrace,
As tears of blood, streamed down his face.
This gift of love, with out a doubt,
Is the only gift, we can't live without.
Such an act, no man perceived,
A gift from God, to be received.
A cross of wood, and spikes of steel,
A crown of thorns, to bruise his will.
A royal robe, torn and sold,
A world of pain, for the soldiers bold.
In every drop, of blood that fell,
A soul was plucked, from the jaws of hell.
This was the gift, from God above,
The Greatest Gift, An Act of Love.
M. S. Madden
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Maddog Creations
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