The image of God—
The likeness of Christ.
That’s who I shall be
The rest of my life.
God dwelled in Christ
In bodily form.
It is through Christ
That we suffer no harm.
Reflection of Christ—
Just what does that mean?
We picture the cross—
And think on that scene.
He asked God forgive
Those who crucified him.
His heart was pure love
With nary a sin.
If we’re in His image
Like Him we must be.
Clothed in His likeness
For all to see.
His kindness, gentleness–
Fills us with delight.
Patient, humble—
God’s love make us right.
January 12, 2002
Martha Nored


One Response
As always, Martha, Good Job! Certainly out of my ability to write poetry.
Sandra