The Red Winged Blackbird

By Kate Watkins Furman

21st Century

It's said that once, long, long ago,
         When Christ had come to die,
The Blackbird saw Him on the cross
         And wouldn't pass Him by.

He landed there, beside Our Lord
         To see what he could do
To free the deadly crown of thorns
         That pierced Our Savior through.

He worked to free the largest thorn
         And ease the stinging pain,
Ignoring angry skies and winds
         The ever lashing rain.

And when, at least, the thorn broke free
         Through strength that true love brings,
The Precious Blood of Heaven’s King
         Splashed on his outstretched wings.

The Blackbird's deed was blessed by God
         And to this day he's seen,
Bearing the red of his Master's Blood
         Across the fields of green !

DayPoems Poem No. 1746
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