I Went to the Stable

I went to the stable, the manager had only hay.
I went to the cross, it was covered in blood.
I went to the tomb, it was cold and empty.
I looked into Heaven, it was filled with His glory.
I looked to the sky, it soon will be filled with His coming.
I looked into my own heart, it was healed by His grace, hope, and joy.
Celebrating Jesus, who was, and is, and forever shall be.

Yours on the Journey,

Harry L. Whitt