Date poem: Friday, December Fourteenth, Two Thousand And Eighteen
By Stacey
@xstitcher (32736)
Petaluma, California
December 17, 2018 9:40pm CST
For all the world, God sent
Down his Son, to die
For mankind's sin;
The little Babe in
The manger grew to be
A man, and paved the way for us to be
Eternally with Him if we choose.
© Stacey Uffelman 12-17-18
1 response
@chattymaverick (32)
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20 Dec 18
We were made by Creator Gods from what I've read online and am a Spiritualist and that's that: look it up online. I'm from Polaris...
The thing with people it's our job to act amazed when something happens. It's something we must do to act like something has never happened before. It's like being surprised or just accepting that it even happened or exists. It's called life: acting incredulous, acting like you or we have never seen something happen before, acting all innocent and dough eyed. That's the way it is.
