Mary's TreasureMinta

### The Thrill of Hope The baby arrived, met the world with a cry. My soul was elated, triumphant and high. His arms spread wide grasping, limbs tense with release From womb to the world, His tears bid ours to cease. I reached for him gently, His whole frame relaxed. While cradling His head, “What a wonder!” I gasped. I felt something prick me and picked up a nail. The black iron spike’s meaning time would unveil. Though savoring moments of unbridled joy, They came with a cost for sin’s grasp to destroy. I thank Him with praise and devotion and love What marvelous grace that He came from above! [IMAGE CONTENT] [IMAGE CONTENT]