A path less painful
Without a seed he grew in mother’s womb
destined to live within a mortal’s tomb.
In youth he was the net that snared the souls
whose names were written on the holy scrolls.
For love, in pain, he walked the tormented mile,
obeying the judgment of Pilot’s trial
and on his back the burden of his birth...
With this act gave the feral world its worth.
Celebrate the gift, his penance will burn
and light a path less torturous to learn.
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