Sometimes when I see you,
it does not seems like
you were born and then grown up,
it seems more like,
a sculptor carved you out,
from the finest stones
by chiseling and making
careful perfect cuts,
then Gods saw that
and in their joy they
said, ah! must have life,
so they put their hand
on to tour head and said
now my child wake up,
and since then you are
beaming love and peace,
on the earthly beings
curing them of sickness
sadness and loneliness,
spreading joy, peace,
love and happiness
like once it happened
in the city of Jerusalem
when in it walked
the father of Christianity
the Jesus of Nazareth.
it does not seems like
you were born and then grown up,
it seems more like,
a sculptor carved you out,
from the finest stones
by chiseling and making
careful perfect cuts,
then Gods saw that
and in their joy they
said, ah! must have life,
so they put their hand
on to tour head and said
now my child wake up,
and since then you are
beaming love and peace,
on the earthly beings
curing them of sickness
sadness and loneliness,
spreading joy, peace,
love and happiness
like once it happened
in the city of Jerusalem
when in it walked
the father of Christianity
the Jesus of Nazareth.
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