THE HANDS OF JOSEPH TREMBLED Kerstin Koepl
The hands of Joseph trembled As he went about his task. Mary’s tale was strange and left A question he dared not ask. “The Child is of God Himself.” He knew Mary spoke the truth, Yet he wondered as he thought Of the Lord as a mere youth. He missed a nail as he mused And it dropped down to the sod. Who was he to fancy that He could rear the Son of God? The hands of Joseph trembled As he awakened from a dream. He’d seen an angel in his sleep And heard a heavenly theme. “Fear not,” the angel told him. “To take Mary as your wife. Her Child is the Savior Who Will restore the dead to life.” At once, his fears fell from him And his dread was made to still, Yet he marveled at the role He was given in God’s Will. The hands of Joseph trembled As he held the little Child And looked on the Face of God;
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Fellowship & Fairydust
