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"All this was done that it might be fulfilled which was spoken by the prophet, saying: 'Tell the daughter of Zion, 'Behold, your King is coming to you, lowly, and sitting on a donkey, a colt, the foal of a donkey.'"
(Matthew 21:4-5)
Perhaps you have read this, but it never gets old to me to hear the following words in the poem by James Allen Francis entitled, One Solitary Life:
He was born in an obscure village, The child of a peasant woman.
He grew up in still another village, Where he worked in a carpenter shop
Until he was thirty. Then for three years
He was an itinerant preacher. He never wrote a book.
He never held an office. He never had a family or owned a house.
He didn't go to college. He never visited a big city.
He never traveled two hundred miles. From the place where he was born.
He did none of the things One usually associates with greatness.
He had no credentials but himself. He was only thirty-three
When the tide of public opinion turned against him.
His friends ran away. He was turned over to his enemies.
And went through the mockery of a trial. He was nailed to a cross
Between two thieves. While he was dying,
His executioners gambled for his clothing, The only property he had on Earth.
When he was dead, He was laid in a borrowed grave
Through the pity of a friend. Twenty centuries have come and gone,
And today he is the central figure Of the human race,
And the leader of mankind's progress. All the armies that ever marched,
All the navies that ever sailed, All the parliament that ever sat,
All the kings that ever reigned, Put together have not affected
The life of man on Earth As much as that
One Solitary Life.
There is no one like our Lord. He has no rival and no equal. He alone is the King of kings and the Lord of lords, and what a joy it is to know Him, worship Him, serve Him, and proclaim His awesome name.
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