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 https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author