Poem Philemon

In the city of Colossae, under a Grecian sun,

There lived a man named Philemon, a faithful Christian one.

He owned a slave named Onesimus, who from his side did flee,

But God had plans in motion, a divine decree.

Onesimus found Paul, in a Roman prison cell,

He heard the Gospel truth and in his heart, it fell.

From a runaway slave, to a servant of Christ,

A transformation of spirit, a heavenly heist.

Paul, with quill in hand, penned a letter so profound,

To Philemon, his brother, where Christian love is found.

Receive Onesimus, not as a slave, but more,

A brother in Christ, whom both of us adore.

Though he once was useless, now he's beneficial,

In the body of Christ, his role is official.

If he has wronged you, or owes you any debt,

Charge it to my account, it's a promise, not a threat.

We're bound by love, in Christ, not by the law,

In forgiveness and grace, a truth without a flaw.

So welcome him, as you would welcome me,

In Christ, we are all free, a blessed mystery.

This story of Philemon, in the Bible's sacred page,

Speaks of faith, love, and the Apostle's sage.

Redemption and forgiveness, in Christ's love we bathe,

For in Jesus, we're no longer master or slave.

Marshall McLeod (aka) Uncle Toad

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