It
took nine months before that cry was heard!
The
strangers could not find a room that night
Yet
labor pains had forced them from the Inn
To
find a stable bed to birth a King.
The
Virgin Mary wiped His tears away
While
Joseph cleaned the stable cave that day
The
Baby's cry once heard on Christmas morn
Foreshadowed
days His heart for man was torn.
One
day beside the tomb of His dear friend
The
Savior wept because of sin's dread curse
He
later cried when Judah turned from grace
By
spewing hate upon His thorn crowned face.
On
Calvary's hill a painful cry was heard
“Oh! why
have You forsaken Me, My God?”
Another
cry soon echoed through the night
“Tetelestai!
then Satan fled from sight.
One
final cry will shake the world again
The
Lord Himself from heav'n to earth descend
The
Church in white will rise to meet the Groom
His
promise to return is very soon.
B.
Pent
1 comment:
What an amazing poem, Papa. You did such a good job capturing the life of Christ, from his birth to his death, and the work he came to accomplish in it all! Great job!
Love,
Dr. Coco
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