Poetry

Isn't it funny that sometimes the things you're good at (or kinda good at) are things that you don't have that much interest in? So you couldn't get me to read a whole book of poetry to save my life but I like to write it. Sometimes anyway. Creativity comes in spurts, what can I say? So for no other reason then I like this one, I'm going to post the first poem I wrote. So here it is:

The Reason

*Angels tell the joyful tidings

Shepherds hear the declaration

Wise Men come from afar

They all came to see the Star*

*Jesus grew to be a man

Many were blessed by his hand

He traveled all across the land

Leaving footprints in the sand*

*Jesus hung on a cross

For the sins of the lost

When He died the curtain tore

There was no separation anymore*

*On the third day He rose from the grave

He died for mans sins and to save

For what earthly reason would He die

That reason my friend was you and I*

Somehow my first one is still my favorite, as far as ones that aren't goofy anyway. But keep in mind I wrote it at least 3 if not 4 years ago. Makes me feel old, and feel like time has really flown by. And the computers center alignment stinks. But me doing it myself isn't much better lol. An the asterisks mark where the stanzas are since it wouldn't let me separate them the stupid editor!