He lay across his
mother's arms
Dressed only in swaddling
Close to her heart

She nestled Him
Angels had proclaimed His birth
The star of Bethlehem had shone

He was born in lowly station
With quiet animal eyes observing
The birth of a King

In the end a cross cast its shadow
Across the form in her arms
Tortured, cruicified, dead

In fine linen shroud
He was laid to rest
In a stranger's tomb

Boulders split
The quaking earth proclaimed
The Son of God

Richly now
Centuries sing out the Alleluias
Rejoice for He is risen as He said

By Joy (Joy3032@aol.com)


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I Can See His Face

The Kite That Got Away


Ode To The Wild Prairie Rose

City Streets and Flower Carts

Fickle Spring


From My Rocking Chair

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