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Lord, Humbly You came in a meek and lowly barn only a few witnessed Your Birth as a small baby boy You where born. From Deity and a throne You came choosing the very things that was bare even though You walked where angels trod from that to sheep lying in the manger there. Mary held You in her arms pondering You in her heart cherishing You she knew that one day You would have to part. As humble as You came in the way You left was even more they spat upon You and then crucified You paying our price You settled our score. rhonda ramsey cash Vote for this poem
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