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Poem – Born to Die, Then Rise, From Death’s Tomb
“I AM,” born to die, then rise, from death’s tomb.
To Bethlehem, in Mary’s virgin womb.
Birthed in stable, in home and hearts, no room.
Angels shout, “Peace on Earth,” voices abloom.
“Glory to God;” divine night knows no gloom.
Shepherds, sheep they leave, later to resume.
Gold, frankincense, myrrh, birth’s and death’s perfume.
Magi flee Hell’s puppet; oh does he fume.
Herod’s fear does, males, under two, consume.
To Egypt, a child escapes hatred’s spume.
Incarnate, God’s rights He will not assume.
Sacrificed for sins, friends do Him entomb.
Rose on “first day,” no body to exhume.
In death there is life, freed from Adam’s doom.
God’s plan revealed, Jesus’ reign, large does loom.
The church is His bride, the Son is her groom.
Born again, restored to God, life will bloom.
I am born to die, then rise, from death’s tomb.
To Bethlehem, in Mary’s virgin womb.
Birthed in stable, in home and hearts, no room.
Angels shout, “Peace on Earth,” voices abloom.
“Glory to God;” divine night knows no gloom.
Shepherds, sheep they leave, later to resume.
Gold, frankincense, myrrh, birth’s and death’s perfume.
Magi flee Hell’s puppet; oh does he fume.
Herod’s fear does, males, under two, consume.
To Egypt, a child escapes hatred’s spume.
Incarnate, God’s rights He will not assume.
Sacrificed for sins, friends do Him entomb.
Rose on “first day,” no body to exhume.
In death there is life, freed from Adam’s doom.
God’s plan revealed, Jesus’ reign, large does loom.
The church is His bride, the Son is her groom.
Born again, restored to God, life will bloom.
I am born to die, then rise, from death’s tomb.
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