by Mark Weinrich
Glorious names crowned his head, awakened in his first-drawn breath. The world’s weight descended on shoulders small, swaddled in the manger’s straw. As lantern light kissed his placid face, only His Father knew the desperate need, the depth of grace.
Mark Weinrich lives a creative life as a writer, photographer, musician, and artist—all wrapped together in an outdoorsman. He is a retired pastor and nine-year cancer survivor. His writing and photography have appeared in over 139 news stand, inspirational, and literary publications. He has sold eight children’s books and currently has two fantasy novels on Kindle.