Two women greet, only years separate them
Both of their wombs divinely seeded
They embrace; one part joy, the other shame
Their tears speak volumes, no words are needed
The cries of the mothers herald the births
Clothed in crimson robes, babes come into sight
One destined to call men from darkness
The other one to bring them His Light
In a river, two men face each other
Hands of one placed on the other’s brow
One gives, one receives this symbol of grace
Spirit anoints as God’s blessing avowed
See the crowds gathered, once to greet them
Praise turned to jeers, their spittle to adorn
The prophet’s head honored on silver platter
A Prince’s coronation by crown of thorns
Two men, linked by purpose and lineage
Fulfilled God’s plans through different roles
Death tried but failed to contain them
One lives in His Word, the Other our souls
Jo
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