At Thirty Three
At Thirty Three
He came to live His destiny
A man once child we'd come to know
Messiah, King as was foretold
A little boy who'd fall like yours
Before the eyes, mothers endure
She'd run to Him to heal his pain
Like you she'd run but not the same
Dust off she would what covered knees
That would soon bend to set us free
Wounds so small but big to eyes
Comfort she would her child who cried
A carpenter, who'd host a table
For more than one, for He was able
To share Himself with thief and liar
With sin surround himself not tire
His message spoke of peace and giving
Of ones self always forgiving
A message heard by many when
His time would come on Earth to end
His sad goodbye would trail with blood
Upon the stones it too would flood
Leaving a trail that still today
Is path all His, our course to stay
Think today of what you bare
Upon your heart that doesn't care
Forgiveness His can melt away
All loss you feel that in you stays
At Thirty Three He would succumb
To save not one, but everyone
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