Our Jesus was an only child
With two mothers and the other one
Came from a large family
And was social and outgoing
A friend to everyone
Even to his odd cousin
Who would often run away
To hide in some old garden
As if not knowing how to play
But our Jesus would follow him
And from a hidden spot observe
The younger one among the rocks
And flowers wrapped in a light
That flowed from his arms as if
It would embrace the world
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