My Hero
He doesn’t wear
a flowing cape or fly
Nor leap tall
buildings in a single bound
He doesn’t
capture bad guys in the act
He doesn’t
shrink into the size of bees
He doesn’t get
around in an iron suit
He isn’t faster
than the speed of light
He doesn’t climb
up walls or swing from vine
But known for
turning water into wine
And in His name
the evil one takes flight
He healed the
sick, the blind, the deaf, the mute
He raised the
dead and freed all from disease
That He’s the
way, the truth, the light is fact
He suffered,
died and then escaped the ground
And promised true
believers homes on high.
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