There on the hill stood an old country church,
pine trees hovered around it like soldiers on alert.
The window panes glistened, mirroring the sky,
three crosses stood on a hillside close by.
Dark clouds tried to obstruct the striking view,
buttercups and daisies emitting a nice hue.
A ray of sunshine peeked through the clouds,
landing on the crosses standing there and proud.
I couldn't believe the stunning sight,
the crosses lit up like a dazzling light.
I rubbed my eyes, watching in disbelief,
my heart and soul found it hard to believe.
I walked up the spiraling hill toward the church,
I found an ailing lamb trying to give birth.
In distress and unable to pull herself up,
looking at me...like I'm having bad luck.
I came to her aid as I patted her woolly head,
if I didn't do something, they both would be dead.
I looked to the crosses lit up like a dazzling light,
must make a decision and it better be right!
I gave the baby lamb a gentle tug,
Mother lamb jumped up like giving it a hug.
Standing there to make sure everything is okay,
the baby lamb bucked like it wanted to play.
I looked back to the hill were the crosses stood,
feeling in my heart, I had done some good.
Thinking about Jesus being called the Lamb,
I fell to my kness and gave thanks to the Great I Am.
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