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Lent Season: Coming Closer

coming closer…

While Christ walked,
Through treacherous days,
Within His group,
Some fell away.

His words too strong,
His love too great,
They took offense,
Defended self;
Moved far away.

Foxes watched their Master,
Before they slept in dens;
Birds peered down within warm nests,
Pondered evil of small men.

Christ laid His head upon a rock,
Stretched out on solid ground;
For Death was coming closer now,
Yet Angels clustered ’round;

He slept.

copyright 3/31/2017, Ruth Tuttle Conard,
Maple Grove, MN

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