SHADOWS

God sent the Holy spirit down,
To a maiden pure and mild,
And the Power overshadowed her,
And Behold she was with Child.

A shadow fell on Joseph too,
For he must doubt her love,
Until the message came to him,
The Child was from above.

Mary held her new-born Babe,
In the shadow of the cave,
I wonder if she really knew,
How much the Father gave.

And through the years as Jesus grew,
He knew what He must do,
And though He walked within the Light,
He saw the darkness too.

In the twilight of Gethsemane,
In the shadow of a stone,
He felt the lonely darkness,
In His hours there alone.

The sky grew dark as Jesus gave,
His sacrifice for sin,
But He gave Light; to one that asked,
And one thief entered in.

The tomb was dark and cold that day,
When they laid His body there,
But when He broke the bonds of death,
Pure Light; was everywhere.

Sometimes life's shadows seem to hide,
The path that we must trod,
But Jesus is that Perfect Light,
That shows the Way to God.

AUTHOR: Margaret Shankland