Full of Good Things

To world of hopeless horror filled A baby calm, and still. In darkness deep the Light did shine The year’s awaited sign.

A mother’s hands held a baby, The Father’s hands wrought salvation, The Son’s steps were long purposed, From cradle to cross. Oh come, let us adore One who came normal infant Who’ll die common thief Who’ll rise mighty Victor. This Man that would bear The awful weight of our sin, Oh come let us worship, Little One bringing peace.

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"Lord plant me here" poem portion on watercolor evergreen backdrop, letterhead size. Original poem here: https://fullofgoodthings.com/lord-plant-me-here/

Rugged wood, Little body laid. Soft the skin And rough the place. Rugged wood, His hand on lathe. Satin finish from splinters pain. Rugged wood, His pierced form. Soft the sigh But strong the cry. Rugged wood, The table spread. Soft the gasp, The stranger gone. See the full poem here: https://fullofgoodthings.com/rugged-wood/