Poetry

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written by: Majestic

Dust and dirt cover his feet;
from years of travel.
At his finger tips are the lives of His people.
Hands that heal bear the scars;
of the nails that once pierced.
His deep eyes hold the certainty,
of the future to come.
And on his face is the map of the world.
His voice booms of all the promises He made;
while outstretched arms give comfort and love.
His very prescence shakes us all,
and one day every knee will bow,
to Jesus Christ;
our King.