Tunic

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Jesus had one nice thing.

A tunic.

I imagine it like a stuffed animal

Or heirloom. Something He,

In His poverty,

Kept.

For healing every person He could,

For casting out demons,

For feeding the poor,

This one thing was all He owned.

And when He was murdered,

It was even taken from Him.

 

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Published by B. K. Neifert

Mark 13:51Jesus saith unto them, Have ye understood all these things? They say unto him, Yea, Lord. 52Then said he unto them, Therefore every scribe which is instructed unto the kingdom of heaven is like unto a man that is an householder, which bringeth forth out of his treasure things new and old.

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