He is but an infant
struggling to walk on stubby legs
looking to me as if I can protect.
A child of God, yet fully human,
nursing at my breast;
He is a Savior in swaddling clothes.
Trembling with the enormity of His task
I pray for normalcy.
Let Him grow and play,
unencumbered,
lost in the crowd.
You only ask what we
are strong enough to bear.
Let me be weak that He might live.
A contest entry
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Comments
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Beautiful piece hun, loved it
Hugs, Bunny
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What a wonderful write!
Great job with this picture
bro and good luck to you with
it! I loved your take on it!
Jeremy0826
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