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Heads lifted heavenward
shouting his name
trumpeting his glory
in flames of love it came

new day
new dawn
new life
given

You are worthy
Oh my child
You are loved

The love of God shone down
Everywhere around
Shepherds stood in awe

Sometimes
Jesus overwhelms me
Sometimes
God takes my breath away…

From our weakness to your strength
From our despair to your hope

Muriel Ellen Parker was something of a Cinderella and her life is not entirely unparalleled.

Grandma.
I think,
I type the word and I see her,
I feel her now.
she was feeling – love.
Grandma equalled love.

well done
my son
well done
he cried

with a thump on the back
man to man style
and as the boy stood tall
chest puffed with pride
that his father showed love
which he used to hide

petals purple
petals sweet
petals soft
shall we meet?

‘neath the boughs
at end of day
as twilight beckons
and sunlight fades

Look
look into the eyes of Jesus
the dying Christ
as he hangs on the cross
Have you ever looked into those eyes
those loving
compassionate
dying eyes
and seen that he loves you?