One time, a long time ago.
A God was born, or it was thought so.
He was born in a stable, a very small one at that.
And it was hot, rough, and the floor was so flat.
There was a star, that bore upon the room
Remove all the thoughts Mary and Joseph thought was gloom.
Three men from Harod's saw the star on their way
To steal, kill, and bury the new God, they say.
But after a night, they had a dream.
Told them never to take the boy back to Harod, to their team.
They all settled down, to take their treasured possessions
To where Jesus was born, bid adieu to depression.
An hour passed, and the three men gave, not took
Frankincense, gold, and more.
And after that, they wrote their experience in a wonderful book
For this scene was worth writing for.
Jesus grew up to be a remarkable man
Helping his father work.
Doing more than his father can
For inside, his hardship lurks.
Harod got mad at the three men he sent
And wanted to kill Jesus immediately.
But after he died, more than 50 years forward.
That was the end of his story.
Jesus was dead, and that was the time
Harod realized his mistake.
He worshiped God, and not himself
For he took more than he gave.
Yes, this is an original poem. :)
