My Saviour – a winter poem

My Saviour

By Mollie McKibbon

© March 2011

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Redder than cardinals

Singing up in the pine,

My  Saviour’s precious blood

Was sacrificed for mine.

Softer than the new down

On a  snowy owl’s  breast,

My  Saviour’s tender touch

Brings peace, healing and rest.

 

More fragrant than cedar

In the evergreen wood,

My  Saviour’s promises

Are trustworthy and good.

Purer than white snowflakes

Coming down from above,

My  Saviour showers me

With his blessings and love.