Saturday, November 1, 2008
New Book On Way
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Monday, October 1, 2007
A Poem from page 17 of the book ...
As the crown of thorns stuck in your brow,
I've often wondered just how
You bore the humiliation as they cried,
"Behold the King of the Jews."
When the cross became so heavy
That you fell upon your knees,
Could these be the same people who,
Just days before sang, "Praises to our King"?
With each stripe they laid across your back,
I lack the understanding to see how love
Still flowed from your eyes
As a centurion cried, "Carry his cross."
With each step you struggled on up that hill,
God's will and your earthly destiny nearly done,
How it must have broken your heart to hear them
Continue to urge, "Crucify him!"
When the nails tore through your flesh,
I can only guess at your
Depth of pain as they
Chanted, "Kill him, kill him, kill him!"
Then, they raised that cross and pierced your side,
And slaughtered an innocent lamb
Who, just before the last breath, cried,
"Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit."
And when the centurion, which stood over against him,
saw that he so cried out, and gave up the ghost, he said,
"Truly this man was the Son of God."
-Mark 15:39