His Book Of Poetry
The time has come to spread the news
Although some know they're just a few
Of those who came who heard my call
Yet still many I want them all
With what I put into your heart
This book you write will help some start
To search their soul and seek me now
Open each heart I've shown you how
Write of me the chosen one
Write of me God's one true son
Who gave what man can never give
My life for them and still forgive
Words simple don't puzzle them
Through your hand my hands will mend
The broken and those yet to fall
Unto their knees evil has mauled
Eyes once blind will read my word
Ears once deaf will hear what's heard
By those I save that will remain
In me who washed with blood their stains
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