O Come, Let Us Adore Him

Come
By: the iHope Poet

Come, let us adore Him,
the babe in the stall,
who gave us the blessing

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of giving His all.

Come, let us adore the
sweet son of our God.
The man who brought peace
on this earth from above.

Come, let us adore Him.
His birth and his life.
For Christ was much more
than a child in the night.

His mercy, His goodness,
His perfection and love,
His miraculous deeds
and His sacrificed blood;

Come, let us adore Him,
the babe in the stall,
who gave us the blessing
of giving His all!

Trail of Thorns

pins and needles make a crier
burning knives slide down my cheeks
blood is boiling
heart is pounding
beating out its final beats

sharpest pain releases slowly
making tears such tearful things
sobs are brimming
inhales chilling
headache comes with stabbing ring

crying isnt all that painful
pins and needles only come
once the tears have left me empty
and my soul has come undone

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Make the Choice

To Reach

By: the iHope Poet

fingertips are hardly simple tools

upon our hands.

they do not touch or feel or reach

without a choice demand.

our ears, they gather every sound.

our eyes, each dancing sight.

our dizzy heads, they're rash

as every idle thought takes flight.

but our hands have something more in use

than mindless tendencies,

the miracle of our fingers is

they listen when we reach.

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