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  1. Let us embark on a journey through some of these profound and touching poems that encapsulate the essence of Jesus. 1. "The Carpenter's Son" by Mary Oliver. 2. "The Divine Dance" by Rumi. 3. "The Man of Sorrows" by Christina Rossetti. 4. "The Crucifixion" by Wendell Berry.

  2. Jesus is a key figure in the poem. The wife is deeply affected by his presence and his gaze. Her dreams about his crucifixion make her think deeply about his fate and what it means. She feels compassion for him and wants to save him but feels powerless. Jesus’s story is central to her thoughts and the events around her.

  3. Anonymous, ‘ The Dream of the Rood ’. This is one of the gems of Anglo-Saxon poetry. ‘Rood’ is an Old English word for ‘Cross’, and poem tells of a pious man’s encounter with a talking crucifix; it’s the first great Christian dream-vision poem in English literature. The poet dreams one midnight that the Cross on which Jesus was ...

  4. With compassion, he healed, brought the dead to life, A beacon of hope in a world rife with strife. His light pierced through the deepest, darkest night, Offering to all a way, a truth, a light. Jesus Christ, the Savior, the promised One, Shining eternal, brighter than the sun. 3. The Bread of Life.

    • Balulalow. O my dear heart, young Jesus sweet, Prepare thy cradle in my spirit. And I shall rock thee in my heart. And never more be parted from thee. But I shall praise thee evermore.
    • The Revival. Henry Vaughan. Unfold! Take in His light, Who makes thy cares more short than night. The joys which with His day-star rise. He deals to all but drowsy eyes;
    • Baby Jesus. A virgin birth, a manger bed. A lowly stable. To lay His head. A humble beginning for anyone. It doesnt seem fitting. For Gods only Son. But God had a plan to redeem me and you.
    • There Is No One Like Jesus. There is no one like Jesus, Our Savior and Lord. The message is timeless. The price we could not afford. On the cross. He bore our shame.
  5. All other loves, like shadows, flee. When the sun shines but once on thee. But thy firm love, shining upon. Thy poor creature, when he shall see. His ransom paid, and thy full glory, Restored again to thee, What beams of love and mercy. and what hidden stores. Will then be shining round about.

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  7. Unto Thy arms I hasten, there to hide. Thee would I love, as little children love; For Thee, like warrior bold, my love I’d prove. Now, like to children, full of joy and glee, So come I, Lord! to show my love to Thee; Yet, like a warrior bold with high elation, Rush I to combats in my blest vocation.

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