If you could, with your Creator

If You Could

Wouldn't it be great
If muddled thought
And over-wrought
Could meet with Peace of Christ?
He met it all
The fruits of Fall
And paid full ransom's price.
But never rushed
By Evil pushed
He paced a measured walk
From town to town
His tales laid down
And of great signs folks talked.
But all the while
With grace and smile
He knew the Prophets' stance
That He must die
Must weep and cry
That Hill in strange Romance.

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