ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
You could have come in glory, in purple robes and crown,
You chose a life of poverty instead,
Your bed was once a feeding trough, your palace now a barn,
A perfect place for you to lay your head,
You came to be my brother – to bear my every pain,
So I could share your glory. Your life is now my gain.
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