Jesus
By Gemini2012
The clouds just circle up above, The joining of an endless ove, The baby born on christmas day, In a manger made of hay, Drowning in his mothers son, Is his cry that held so long, Mary listening to her son, "We'll name him Jesus, He's the one" Written November 16th, 2001 © on Nov 16 2001 01:03 AM PST, Melinda Hatfield 18 • 0 • 8
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"The clouds just circle up above,..."