Nativity


He is gentle
He is kind
I love him
He forgives me when others cast the first stone
He stayed with me despite the looks we got
Despite his better judgement
He takes me away from here
Asks only the truth when others prefer lies
He carried me
Heavy with child into Bethlehem
Pounding on every door
He held my hand when the time came, and dried my tears
Whether he does it for the love of me
Or for the love of Him,
I will never know.
But I like to think he loves me too.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems


Share This Poem