Savior Child
By: Wilona Riva
Disclaimer: God owns everything; I'm just a lowly sheep.
He built his world on a single word
On the premise of love
Free will to His creatures
The gift of choice
Would they choose Him or themselves?
The test was failed
The blood price was set.
By the fruit of a tree, death entered,
By the blood of man, death would die.
The unbridgable was bridged
The lost were found
Thorns soaked by holy blood
Fashioned for the King-His crown.