The Robin
When our Savior cried in pain,
There came to him a bird so plain
It touched his heart to see it try
To ease his fearful agony.
Upon the cross, he could not move,
Nor make a sign to show his love,
But honored it with this bequest:
A splash of blood upon its breast.
Copyright © Alan Ireland | Year Posted 2017
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