There Was A Child Born.

There was a Child born. His father held him in his hands in swaddling cloths. And his Mother. They took him home. They saw him grow. They ached with him. Civilization they gave him. They worried for him. But there were who envied him. And saw him suffer. His father suffered. His mother suffered But pity was not of his enemies. Till Till one day three Angels came Sent they from immense heavens. And with them took him. Away from enemies. Away from Earth. Where pity lay. And Broken were the Chains that tied. Once for all and broken.