SONNET NO.7 Death of the Innocent

Oh Herod, how could such hate and anger swell into a human soul,
To have those tiny children slaughtered by the mighty sword,
Each snatched from a cradle or his mothers arms,
Soldiers powerful hands grasping them, not speaking any word.
The mother stood in anguish struck dumb by such a deed,
Her blood stained hands outstretched to God in lamented prayer
For some comfort for her longing soul, for her own heart seemed to bleed.
What purpose Lord, she pleaded, brought death to my baby son?
He died to save the King of Kings who will save all men from death,
He saved mine own begotten Son, the saviour the atoning one.
The mother lifted her tear stained face, the anguish left her soul,
She knelt beside her lifeless child and raised him to her breast,
The balm of Gilead comforted her and that peace made her whole,
She knew her precious son would know God's Eternal rest.



Ann Margetson
January 4 1994
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