A-Poem-a-Day
Until Resurrection Sunday
WHAT'S THIS I SEE?
What's this I see in
a feeding trough?
A lamb asleep in a
bed of straw
without any blemish
to behold…
The Lamb deserves a
crown of gold.
What's this upon
crossbeams, I see?
A lamb
impaled…sacrificially!
I fall to my knees
before His Grace.
The Lamb looks down...
I
see God's face.
From blood that on
the lintels be,
from cradle to cross
the Lamb I see.
The whole Word holds
a mystery…deep!
The Lamb is slain. We
are His sheep.
The Heavens proclaim
the newborn Lamb,
only offspring of the
great I AM,
Who from that humble
bed of straw
became our Savior…
Let's bow in awe!
Maude Carolan
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