Jesus, stretched out before me in total glory, becoming
an infant, innocent and beautiful.
Growing softly into manhood, becoming one of us, then
sadly hanging on the cross, the loss of His life given
for our sins.
Our lives belong to Him, they begin and end with His
prayer of creation.
Beautiful is life, His gift to us.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jesus-61/
