It began in a cave
A small grotto that was home
To donkey, oxen and maybe some chickens
And briefly, a husband, a wife
And their new baby boy
This baby was My Lord and King
Born so lowly and humble
In a bed of straw with
Farm animals looking on…
If only we knew
It nearly ended in a dark cave too
A rich man’s final resting place
Given in discerning love
To the man with the broken body
- Broken for us
For three days He lay
As He fought hell and death
And rose again to proclaim
The only truth there is…
That He won the Victory
About the Creator
Linda Bromley
Just one of many creative outlets for me has been books! My whole life I’ve loved them and it’s so easy to make the jump to writing.
Recently I completed a poetry challenge and now, looking for more excuses to write, I’ve found myself here!
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