long-lost friend

Kevin Michael Bloor

The holy child, who sweetly slept,
grew up and like a sinner wept
for men, who cruelly caused him grief;
he suffered from their unbelief!

This long-lost king, of truth, was made
to wear upon his brow, like braid,
a thorn crown, not as monarch proud;
His bloodstained robe was dead man's shroud!

This Lord of everlasting life,
whose touch could stem the streams of strife,
could not be praised by them enough:
(those saints, He'd made of sterner stuff.)

Their long-lost friend, this Prince of Peace,
who'd made the stormy oceans cease
and stepped upon the raging wave;
He walked alive from gloomy grave!

  • Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 15th, 2021 01:59
  • Comment from author about the poem: "be not faithless, but believing..."
  • Category: Religion
  • Views: 25
  • Users favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet
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  • Laura🌻

    Kevin,

    ‘Neither faithless,
    nor non-believer…’

    Thank you for sharing your pen.

    Laura🌻

  • Accidental Poet

    Some need proof to believe. Others believe just because they can feel it in their heart. Wonderfully written Kevin. 👍



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