Come and Gone
Who would believe such a story,
That later come back in glory;
To whom power was revealed,
As the book of life being sealed.
He grew up just like a young tree,
And looked normal as all could see;
But like a root out of dry ground,
He was able to walk around.
He had no form or majesty,
Merely humbled with modesty;
Nothing to make us look at Him,
But never to be feeling grim.
His appearance had no fire,
Or with no flashy attire;
That would cause our attraction,
For visual satisfaction.
He was despised and rejected,
As well as many neglected;
In knowing and to understand,
That they were all on sinking sand.
He takes suffering and sorrows,
From the ones with no tomorrows;
Surely He had borne our griefs,
Even for those with disbeliefs.
He was wounded for our acts,
But remaining with all the facts;
For He died so we could have peace,
And our sins we could release.
Copyright © 2012 Richard Newton Sherrer
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