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Devotionals
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Poem written Thursday Evening as the alter was stripped for Good Friday's service.
Reflection
...quietness. Pondering as the alter is stripped of its gown,
...Kneeling, my heart filled with sorrow
...Reflecting..., Your robe stripped, bare torn flesh exposed
...Watching, in the wake of powerful silence within, I want to cry out!
...Yet I know there is nothing I could do to stop the darkness of the day...
A fierce burning lump within my throat. Tears etch down my face
The jeering,... I keep silent, The mocking... I hold my breath
The laughter, and scorn...
Yet He speaks,"Father forgive them for they know not what they do"
Lights grow dim and dimmer. More from the sanctuary is tore bare.
Velcro rrrrrips, Nails pound, bones crack...
Chilled...falling to the hard ground I cup my hands around my head.
…Looking upwards. His teared eyes meet mine as I behold the chancel's cross.
"I am, I am the sacrifice lamb. For you, the lost...
"My God, My God why have you forsaken me?"
Time,... minutes feel like hours
…Recognizing His abandonment, feeling the pain.
How he suffered for more than the righteous, religious woman, child, or man.
The Lamb anguished for ones in the muck and mire of sins steed.
…"Into Your hands, I commit my Spirit"... His last breath heard...
Blackness invades the Holy house. Stone cold silence...Not a word spoken
….Adjourning…A somber procession out church doors.
Hoping and waiting…
The promised Messiah, Jesus, our King's return.
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Bonnie 04/19/2014 02:32 |
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