Yours heavens greatest possession. <br />Being Gods only son. <br />Appearing in the mist of troubled times. <br />Words comfort a wounded soul. <br />Lifting burdens from heavy hearts. <br />Wiping tears from crying eyes. <br />Lighting a path that one may trod. <br />Uncertain souls find inspiration through his words. <br />He lived in the mist of creation in the likeness of man. <br />Hanging from a tree blood came trickling down. <br />Overshadowed by death. <br />Carried to a tomb. <br />Rising the third day. <br />Ascending to the heavens, as she opens her arms. <br />Appearing before the father, being humbly crowned.<br /><br />Janice Setters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/humbly-crowned/
