Stories by Frieda McRae

For Unto Us

A Child is Born

Slain of God, the Lamb.
Chosen for mortal pain
To die the death of man
Divine Light to claim.
Light in depth of night
Peeping into darkest hour
Sparking fire, breathing life
Making death cower.
Seeking captive hearts and souls
A Saviour crossing time
Shining out from heaven’s porthole
Leading all from death to life.
Slain of God, the Lamb Chosen for mortal pain
To die the death of man Divine light to claim

Lord, Keep Me as Your Child

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