My Gifts
A crown of thorns placed upon my head, my spirti still lives in each of you I am not fully dead. I have left plenty of gifts from my heart to yours, If I knock will you be ready to open your doors? Nail prints in each hand to prove to you who I am, I was wanted for good and evil no matter the cost or demand. I cam to this earth to fulfil my fathers plan, in a blink of an eye I grew from boy to man. One day I went to a lonely garden to pray and felt so much pain, from this experince came the atonement the best gift the world could gain. I healed the sick I raised the dead, a group of five thousand with out food I fed. I introduced the sacrament before I left this world in remembrance of me, I left you prophets and apostles so you would feel safe and not flee. These are some of the gifts I have left with you, in your hearts I will always be.
By
R. Porter Maygren
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