The Walk

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The Walk

The Walk

 

Once a Father sent His Son

down an old dusty road carrying

a Tree that would be planted on

a Hill.

This Tree would distribute Life

to anyone who chooses to partake

of it’s Fruit.

On the way He was spit upon,

mocked, humiliated and forced to

Walk among the people with a

Crown of Thorns upon His

Head.

The Father told His Son that this

journey would be long and difficult

but He must Persevere to the  End.

And JESUS Obeyed Amen

                                                        the gospel poet

 

© Goosby 2008 MBA Collection

 

 

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If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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