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Bones Bones
by Keith D AllisonOn a Christmas tree night
deep within the cave
glimmer of light
twinkled of the moisture
upon the eye
wrapping of the season upon the heart
Tidings of joy gifts of the heart
the ancient story of the star
of a child the gift to mankind
to sing the songs
ribbons and lace to our heart's
It is the time when the children laugh and smile
mothers and fathers know the joy
the gentle heart of time
I know, I know
The Bones, the bones
it is I
who placed them
upon the cross
12/22/2009 Posted on 12/23/2009
Copyright © 2024 Keith D Allison
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| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 12/23/09 at 05:26 AM Beautifully expressed, Keith. Right in the middle of an unfair world we are cast into a river of life that we did not request with a body that grows sick and a heart weak. We drove bone to cross until a once and only perfect sacrifice was made. From the manger, a short, short distance stood the cross. And so we may stand in glory, that cross is raised forever in my heart. Yes, Merry Christmas, indeed, my friend. Thank you. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/23/09 at 06:33 PM Oooh, that last stanza puts this on another level. Thank you for this. |
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