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HIS LOVE IS WORTH MORE THAN GOLDHe was born in the winter when it was so so cold turned down by all in the heart of snow. No room at the inn His mother was told,and she was offered the stable and gifts for him im told. Little drummer boy had no gift,but he play for Him as a gift i read and saw on the shows. Where was the love from all man kind...was'nt He worth giving a place to be born to be warm. Because Jesus to me is special and welcome in my doors out of the cold for His love is pure. And it never changes ive read and been showed,and i know its worth more than any prescious gold Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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