The Toy Cross Poem by Roden Berkeley Wriothesley Noel
The Toy Cross
My little boy at Christmas-tide
Made me a toy cross;
Two sticks he did, in boyish pride,
With brazen nail emboss.
Ah me! how soon, on either side
His dying bed's true cross,
She and I were crucified,
Bemoaning our life-loss!
But He, whose arms in death spread wide
Upon the holy tree,
Were clasped about him when he died -
Clasped for eternity!
Thursday, April 22, 2010
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