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He was about thirty

         when he left home,

a strong man by then,

and a skilled carpenter.

He'd helped Joseph

     build most of the houses

in this village you know.

It was so hard..

                to let him go,

nobody believed 

he could possibly be

the messiah of the writings,

even though everyone

knew of that miracle of the wine,

over in Cana.

My he was a good son,

I was so proud of him..

was that so wrong of me?

Even though I knew ever since

he was in my womb,exactly 

who he was.

He was my firstborn you know eldest..

such a loving,caring nature.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Date: 3/25/2018 9:36:00 PM
Nice see real man express faith. Like line, "she knew who he was" . God's SON, not God or part of pagan trinity so popular back then. Very nice always enjoy you poems.
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Brian Strand
Date: 3/26/2018 2:55:00 AM
Barbara,glad you like my endeavours.
Date: 3/25/2018 12:10:00 PM
I think you capture a woman’s heart at the end! Nice one, Brian!
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Brian Strand
Date: 3/26/2018 2:51:00 AM
Thanks Kim,may you have a blessed Easter