I am a story, a gospel true,
With verses four and twenty-two.
Mary, Joseph, angels too,
All share the tale that I pursue.
My author was a doctor, wise,
Who chronicled a Savior’s rise.
My namesake walked alongside,
And documented every stride.
From Nazareth to the cross,
I tell the story, never lost.
Salvation’s plan, love’s true cost,
All within my pages embossed.
What text am I? Can you see?
My answer lies in Luke’s decree.