“Mine is the silver and Mine is the gold,”
Said He with no pillow or bed.
“ The cattle are Mine on these myriad hills,”
But there was no rest for His head.
Copyright Jonelle Liddell
Of Hope and Rhymes
Original poems and prose by Jonelle Liddell
Original poems and prose by Jonelle Liddell
“Mine is the silver and Mine is the gold,”
Said He with no pillow or bed.
“ The cattle are Mine on these myriad hills,”
But there was no rest for His head.
Copyright Jonelle Liddell
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