Jesus broke bread and told us, "eat"

Right hand of Father is His seat

Sat down and washed the lowly's feet

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His mother was a virgin, yet He appeared in her womb

Unreal that His body was gone when they looked in the tomb

And He was born in a manger since the inn had no room

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A crown of thorns on His head

There was much blood that He shed

Suffered until He was dead

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He freed us from sin

And lives deep within

May joy; hope begin

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So life has no end

A God and man blend

Our savior and friend

Author's Note: This poetry form is called Christ-in-a-Rhyme. It creates the shape of a beautiful cross.