Don’t worry, please, and have no fear
For this is still the proclaimed year
In which His favor did appear
To pull our hearts so very near
His love, it surely will prevail
And break into the darkest jail
Where soul and heart not yet believe
That our Lord is deep in grief
For you, and me, and everyone
He doesn’t care what we have done
Since it was love that made Him bear
This wooden cross no one could share
Susanne Schuberth's Poetry 