The Birds

This night as we attempt to understand the incomprehensible, God's coming to us as a baby in a stable, I urge you to read this poem by my dear friend Frank. He makes it almost possible for me to wrap my mind around the idea of the incarnation.
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Peace and joy to my readers this night.


Mrs. Goodneedle said…
With a great big lump in my throat I finished reading and ohnly begin to attempt to understand. Blessed Christmas greetings.