“Fall on your knees,

hear the angels voices.”

The mother gazed at Gods’ love,

as it looked back.

Shining star above

directs the way.

Toddler grabs her robe,

wise men bow the knee.

Looking for Him in the crowd.

He’s in the Fathers business.

Blessing, teaching, love,

fashions a whip for house cleaning,

arrested by night,

not by thugs and druggies,

but His own received Him not.

“crucify Him!”

Risen Lord, returns Home,

“Fall on your knees,

hear the angels voices”