fog and ice, February 9th, 2013, 037

He healed the sick.

Made deaf to hear.
He cured the blind.

Was God, was near.


He quenched the thirst.

He filled the need.

He paid for sins.

Was God, did bleed.


He spat on dirt.

Made holy ground

From what He touched

Was God, not proud.


He loved to death,

Not stopped at pain

To show that He

Was God, was Man


As He was then,

Always the same,

So is He now,

The great I AM.


january 4th, 2013 Green Lake on a icy morning


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