The Legend of the First Robin

A small brown bird looked down from a tree and saw a Man standing beneath a heavy wooden cross. A crown of thorns encircled His head and cruelly pierced the skin. Moved by His suffering, the little bird followed along with the crowd surrounding the Man, and suddenly swooped down ane pulled one of the thorns from the Man's forehead. The Man lifted his eyes to the little bird and smiled a silent "thank you." as the bird flew on, a drop of blood fell from the thorn and stained his breast a bright crimson. And since that day, the humble robin wears a symbol of his mercy for that suffering Man......our Savior. I read this one day and thought I would share it. It makes a good thought for the day.