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He Picked Me UpMother didn't tell me where we were journeying to Just that there was something she needed to do. My legs were getting tired from walking all day Then with excitement she started to say, “There He is… the One we came to see”. And we stood near Him quietly Until He picked me up As He spoke to others. He picked me up So tenderly The Son of God Held me in His arm Protecting me From all harm... While others Looked on Curious and Wondering And then Finally… With eyes newly opened To understand The real Meaning Of His Everlasting Embrace. And he took a child, and set him in the midst of them: and when he had taken him in his arms, he said unto them, Whosoever shall receive one of such children in my name, receiveth me: and whosoever shall receive me, receiveth not me, but him that sent me. Mark 9:36-37 Julie Pisacane © 2010 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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