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The Story of the World's Greatest Storyteller

There at the beginning, spoke the earth into being. 
The Word that commanded, light and darkness disbanded. 
Consigning the roaring wild oceans to boundaries; 
unearthing the land to unleash all its bounty. 

The Word now a root, a green shoot in dry ground. 
God’s seed in a woman’s willing womb incepted, 
each precious cell replicating, growing and woven. 
Tiny beating heart circulating blood to be given. 
Ordained to be spilled, pure sacrifice of heaven. 

The Word breaking forth on a dark starry night, 
to the symphony of angels and shepherds’ delight. 
The author of creation written into this chapter, 
now the point at which all history comes after.

A child growing in wisdom and stature. 
Unparalleled obedience, serving his Father. 
The one the messenger was sent to announce, 
the fulfilment of prophesies hundreds of years in advance. 

Immersed in waters, splitting skies reveal, 
the heart of the Father, and Spirit indwells. 
Selecting the humble, unlikely, unwanted.
Feeding the hungry crowds in their thousands.

Eradicating sickness, disease and oppression, 
proclaiming the onslaught of a new kingdom. 
Liberating the prostitute, possessed and the slave. 
Setting lives free from an untimely grave. 

Hated condemned despised and forsaken. 
Labelled accused rejected forgotten. 
Silent before lies and abuse of fair process. 
Blood spattered and stumbling through streets that he loved. 
Poured life out for all as he carried his load. 

Beaten and whipped, stripped naked and bare, 
lifted high and exposed, gasping for air. 
There hung all alone, the object of wrath, 
as upon him was placed every sin and disgrace. 
And breathing his last the barrier was torn, 
justice exacted on this body forlorn. 

Yet after three days the tomb was vacated, 
the grave clothes were folded, deprived and outdated.
Angels announced that the grave had relinquished, 
out of death came a life that won’t be extinguished. 

And now his position is high and exalted, 
And now he is named the pre-eminent one, 
his face shining brighter than even the sun. 
His authority and power cannot be undone. 

He will return to earth once again 
And at the name of Jesus every knee it will bend,
and every tongue in that moment will not fail to declare
that Jesus Christ is Lord now and forevermore. 

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