Agape Son
"Chose me," his plea,
"let's play," he'd say;
find friends, hearts mend,
meeting others, new brothers.
"Go away," they'd bray,
he'd cry, n' wonder why;
one call, changed all,
His voice, righteous choice.
God cried, then died,
my Son, blessed one;
sacrificed life, calmed strife,
love expressed, agape's best.
© 2008 Randolph D. Brown, Jr.
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