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The Christian Man
The Christian Man
A Christian true is more astute than scientist or sage
In every bell, he finds her root, and den of her lion cage
A diamond he of potash crude, and champion of his race
Tho’ rivers of vicissitude run down upon his face
More prowess than the athlete, a Christian sure is he
Thru tempest sore a steady beat, upon life’s raging sea
More passion than a poet fair, or artist set ablaze
More valor than a soldier dare, a fighter all his days
A serpent he, of cunning deed…an eagle o’er his prey
A lioness with cubs to feed, and so the weak to slay
All wrapped in kindly words of love, a jester with a wrench
A slave of choice to one above, who overcame his stench
A master of the moment now, eternity ahead
A follower of Christ his vow, the Christian man is dead
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