A Poem for Good Friday…
The Cross
What gift is this, a crown of thorns
Upon my head I must adorn
What sin in life have I betrayed
That on this cross I must be splayed
What action in my wildest dreams
Has led me to this great extreme
What woeful thoughts have I displayed
That such a heavy price be paid
What words conveyed with blood in sand
Can mask the nails that pierce my hands
What can I say to God above
To prove to him that man can love
What tears must flow to cleanse this earth
To show my father, that man is worth
The gift of his forgiveness
A poem my archives….
EYE OF A NEEDLE
WITHIN THE EYE OF A NEEDLE
THERE DWELLS THE HOUSE OF GOD
THOUGH IT TAKES NO ROOM TO SIT IN
IT GENERATES SUCH LOVE
THIS LOVE CAN FILL THE OCEANS
AND STILL HAVE LOTS TO SPARE
AS IT SWALLOWS UP THE BAD THINGS
AND PUTS FORGIVENESS THERE
IT’S SPREAD AROUND BY ANGELS
WHO WORK TO GOD’S COMMAND
AND IF YOU ASKS THEM NICELY
TO YOU THEY’LL LEND A HAND
FOR GOD’S LOVE IS A WONDER
THAT COMES WITHOUT REWARD
AS LONG AS YOU REQUEST IT
IT’S SOMETHING YOU CAN AFFORD
PTTODD DEC2009ã
Thought to Ponder. – If you ask enough scientists the same question eventually one will give you the answer you want to hear.
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Stay Safe…..
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