A Lenten Poem from Mary Ann
Holy, holy, holy Face of Jesus dead.
Perfect Face of Jesus full of Life instead.
New born at Bethlehem with Joseph and Mom.
Refugee travelers again very calm;
12 years old staying in Jerusalem,
Working for Your Father. You did not tell them.
Returning with Your Parents to Galilee;
As The Carpenter Nazareth Town breadth.
Often praying on hill tops and land
Beginning with John at the Jordan.
Then with Apostles and Disciples too
Taught, healed and made the old Covenant New.
Holy, holy Face of Jesus, we love You.
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