Beneath His Heel
Morning crests over the horizon.
Carols of angels can be heard,
if you listen
with your heart.
The past lingers with the present.
A child cries in a feeding trough.
You can hear him
with the faith of a mustard seed.
This is the morning we've anticipated.
Darkness has given way
to the light.
The people who walk in shadows
have no reason to hide.
Born is the one foretold.
Born is the one who will crush the serpent's head
beneath His heel.
copyright 2024 - Donald P James Jr
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