Jesus is, the most known name on Earth;
He was destined, ever since his birth.
He lived and died, for our sins;
Live your life right, everybody wins.
Our Savior, did many great things;
His praises, every choir sings.
He healed, the blind, sick and dead;
All with a touch, on the head.
God gave us Jesus, to save us;
Believe in him, we must.
Belief is hard for some, the Jews, Him they wouldn’t pick;
They say all He did, was a big magic trick.
Jesus was crucified, at the age of 33;
What were we doing at 33?, yes you and me.
Nailed to a cross, and left to die;
Many cried, and wondered why?
Like everyone knows, Jesus arose in 3 days;
The tomb guards, thought they were in a haze.
He sits at the right hand, of God;
We could all die, with just one nod.
We celebrate, His birthday every year;
With great presents, and fun cheer.
No one ever gives, Jesus a gift;
Thought this poem, would give Him a lift.
Happy Birthday Jesus, you are The Man;
Hope to meet you in Heaven, if I can.
One thing you should know, before I go;
Gonna give you a raincheck, if I get a call from Ms. Monroe.
Readers’ Note: I used to have this poem loaded right after my poem about Marilyn Monroe so it was easier to know who Ms. Monroe was. And for those that think it might be a bit disrespectful, I’d say that I think Jesus has quite a good sense of humor.