Weeping leaves like golden tears
Kissing gently frosted ground
Beneath gnarled tree; soft under feet
A golden carpet spreads around
Frost has loosened holding stem
Breeze has caught them in her breath
Sets them on the dewy grass
Like golden coinage of untold wealth
A tree once stood in leafless form
No crown of beauty could it wear
For on its trunk cruelly nailed
The Son of God was hanging there
Weeping blood like crimson tears
Flowing softly to the ground
Beneath gnarled tree at His feet
Peace for my soul was finally found
Golden leaves of a carpet deep
A golden path that I tread
Soon to walk a golden street
With a golden crown on my head
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About Colin Moffett
My name is Colin Moffett from Co. Antrim N. Ireland.
I am married to Marlene for thirty four years and have two sons, Steven and Gregory.
I am retired from work now but I love to garden, paint landscape pictures and shoot videos with my camcorder. I also like to read and to listen to Irish Country music but I love Country Gospel music the best.
My main hobby is writng Christian poetry. I have a few websites of my own and belong to quite a few others including the Cypress Times.
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