Cradle of the Beloved
Cradle of the Beloved
Quiet, still, and peaceful
Cold air chill, gold star emerges
A baby is born
Wise men adoring
With the little they possess
Peace in the quiet
Mother and Father
Gazing on and drawing near
The Beloved rests
I’m small but Your Great
Running Towards You Your notice my broken heart Little one arise! Inspired by Mark 5: 21-45 and Chosen episode “Clean Pt 2” Raising of Jairus’ daughter and healing of a hemorrhaging woman
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