Kristine asked me to post something here, so I best be getting on it…
I don’t want to even write it…
NO! I can’t put this down!
How could I express anything less than perfection
And say, as a king, I feel like a clown?
Life is to be a celebration
What are these tears in my eyes?
Is what we see our expectation;
What can make a grown man cry?
Jesus wept. So it is written…
Was it because some milk was spilled?
No, of course, that wouldn’t be fitting;
Next His buddy’s death was killed.
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