StevenBoatman

That story that startedOne night in a stable.Where angels and shepherds sangAs they were able.And that long ago night,That God sent us His lightFlowed down through the yearsTo show us what's right.The story continued, like a river flowsThrough the streets of Jerusalem That city of old.A boy of twelve taught the teachers of lawAbout what mercy means when given to all.And onward it rushes, this story we love,To a river with a preacher, andA Spirit like a dove.From there we mov...