Christ Alone Poem by Garrett Westcott

Christ Alone



The baby so meek and mild
Is but a poor boy
And just a child
Struggles even to stay awake
Not even a cry
Does He make
But as He grows
He will find
He is the immortal
Righteous vine
Destine to sit upon a throne
To take His place
As Christ alone

(2015)

Tuesday, December 22, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: christianity,christmas,religion
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sofia Kioroglou 22 December 2015

Beautiful! Absolutely love it!

0 0 Reply
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success