Father, Son

This poem started as a prayer
when I began to think of the
heavenly love as separate gifts
of Father and Son. Neither is
understandable in human terms,
but the result is the life of grace
I am given. It is not nearly
enough that all I can give in        
return is that the life I live is
no longer mine but His.


FATHER - SON
Father, mine
Love sublime
Heart outshines
Deeds of mine.

Savior, mine
Gift sublime
Son, divine
Life designed

Glory shines
Pain resigned
Life consigned
No longer mine.

Marie Hunter Atwood - 2009 

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