Wednesday, October 10, 2018

Poem Away Brady's Touch


Valued
King, but rubbed elbows with commoners.
Yes, He keeps us all in His care.
His love cuts through hate like a knife.
Kicks sin.

High as a kite in spring, we were priced.
Not just a keepsake, but we’re preferred.
Adored more than a pet kitten.
Jesus was killed to give us life.
We’re kin.

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