Tunic

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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