A Poem To Celebrate My Nanny’s Birthday
I still miss you.
You left too soon.
My earliest memories contain you.
Your smiling face
Your gentle voice
Your loving heart.
You taught me to love…
Books, knitting, Jesus and you.
I still miss you.
You left too soon.
My earliest memories contain you.
Your smiling face
Your gentle voice
Your loving heart.
You taught me to love…
Books, knitting, Jesus and you.
What do you see when you look at Me?
A baby lying on a bed of straw
Surrounded by animals
Loved by His parents
But no room at the inn
Born to die.
Imagine a young girl, pregnant, shunned, feeling alone. A young girl who takes a risk and says ‘yes’ to God. A young girl who gives birth to a King – King Jesus.
Imagine a man who learns that his betrothed is pregnant. A man who says ‘yes’ to God. A man who is the father figure to a King – King Jesus.
Imagine a group of men, ordinary men, going about their daily business. A group of men who take a risk and answer the call ‘follow Me.’ And they follow a King – King Jesus.
Imagine a woman who has bled for years. A woman who takes a risk and pushes through the crowd to touch the robe of a King – King Jesus.