To find the innocent Child
the soldiers of Herod do perform infanticide
are blinded by the orders of a king
and for no child there is a safe haven
but the Child is not there He has escaped,
lives as the son of a mere carpenter,
do lead His own people back to God,
do give unselfish to others just what He can,
but innocently He is tried at night,
are summoned before Pilate who washes his hands,
then on a Friday murdered on a cross,
and like this. man had impaired the Godly
but the Child is not dead He has risen,
did go to His Father the king of the universe.
© Gert Strydom
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