Betty Harp Butler Poet Rhyme

The King

There He hangs, long ago babe of Bethlehem.
The inscription says, He is a King.
Many Suns have passed across the sky-
Many moons the night,
Ere He reached this awful place,
Golgotha- darkest of sights.

But hearken, all is not lost.
The Sun shall shine again.
On the third morning, Christ will rise from the dead.
Even as He, Himself has said,
"Destroy this temple and the third day I will raise it."
The disciples did not know or understand.
This was the Father’s Infinite Plan.

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