Poem...A LETTER TO JESUS

 

This poem is written as if Jesus wrote it himself.


I was BORN IN A STABLE with no DOOR OR A CRADLE
Just a FLOOR -N- A TABLE with a CORD IN MY NAVAL
But the LORD -N- HIS ANGELS all just SWORE I WAS ABLE
To die for all of your sins on a MORNIN IN APRIL
I grew up POVERTY STRICKEN but you're so LOST THAT ITS SICKNIN
So will you STOP -N- JUST LISTEN because Ive GOT AN OPINION
I used to stop in my kitchen then PRAY TO MY DAD -N- NOD
I was FRAMED AS A MASSIVE FRAUD then RENAMED AS THE LAMB OF GOD
Not one of my people could BELIEVE WHAT THEY WERE SEEIN
Here stands a human that could bring SIEGE TO SATAN'S DEMONS
I PREACHED ON FAITH TO LEGIONS to REACH & SAVE THE HEATHENS,
Brought PEACE NOT PAIN & GRIEVIN so they'd SEE THE GREATER MEANIN,
Like that my CROSS IS SUFFICIENT cuz the COST OF ADMISSION,
For heaven is just to believe that GOD ISN'T FICTION
Yea, I'm PREPARIN A PLACE and even SHARIN A GRACE
For those who DARED TO EMBRACE and aren't EMBARRASSED BY FAITH
See, throughout my whole life I TRIED TO CLIMB THE HIGHEST CREST
While hoping youd follow til CHRIST RESIDES INSIDE YA CHEST
In case you didnt know, the PRIZE IS LIFE & RIGHTEOUSNESS
And for you, I wouldn't have CRIED & DIED & STRIVED FOR LESS