sim.-ang.king
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Once many Christmas' ago, a Man gave me a gift. The Man I did not know, and He wasn't of any great standing in society. He was a poor man, infact He didn't have a penny to His name, all He had was the shirt on his back.
He came to me not asking for anything, but to give. He didn't come in sarrow, or in pitty. He came with love, and cheer, and giving in His heart.
Many men despised Him because He wasn't like them, and He didn't act like them, or meet their standards. But He didn't mind, for He offered this gift even to those that hated Him.
The gift was nothing, compared to men's ideals, but to the lost, and the dying, it meant all the world.
I received this gift many years ago, and every year since then I have been thankful to that Man for the gift He gave.
A gift greater than I can ever repay.
He came to me not asking for anything, but to give. He didn't come in sarrow, or in pitty. He came with love, and cheer, and giving in His heart.
Many men despised Him because He wasn't like them, and He didn't act like them, or meet their standards. But He didn't mind, for He offered this gift even to those that hated Him.
The gift was nothing, compared to men's ideals, but to the lost, and the dying, it meant all the world.
I received this gift many years ago, and every year since then I have been thankful to that Man for the gift He gave.
A gift greater than I can ever repay.
