The Girl with the Bulldog Bone

Like a bulldog with a bone

With a bone, she won’t let go

Shaking and worrying it

Jaw firmly clenched

Clenched not quenched

Taking the fire with both fists

She won’t let go

A promise is promise

Did Mary feel the fire?

Trying to prove the truth of the angel’s words

While the proof of the promise grew

She carried the hidden burden

Held onto the promise

She wouldn’t let go

Words spoken in a dream

Did the trick, quick

Changed his quiet mind

About deerfeet

I am a home-educating mother of four children. We live on a small holding in Wales and my husband is active in local politics and the lead pastor of our church, Festival Church.
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