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See these scars on these outstretched hands
It’s what I’ve done to heal your lands.
Born in a stable, not a stately mansion
With comforts too scarce to mention,
I took on the form of a very flawed man
In order to bring him peace as only I can.
My death was foretold the day I was born
Gifts handed to my mum made her mourn.
The visit of many that day
Did nothing to soothe her sorrow away.
My childhood was joyous, my youth even better
As I expounded to many from my Father’s letter.
The scriptures were easy to teach
To those my Father had sent me to reach.
I celebrated joyously when one lost sheep
Found that heavenly benefits they could reap,
In turning away from the wickedness of the earth
Into beings that come from a new birth.
Alas there were many who could not see
What the Father had in store for me
But glad was I when they blindly helped to make complete
My ultimate goal – to keep them away from the heat
That steals away their hearts and keep them from their caring God.
So I brought to fulfilment what the Father sought to do through time.
Now you go and do what is really right
The yoke is not heavy and the burden light
I’ll stand by you throughout the span
Of your life here on earth as mortal man.
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