I’m not exactly prolific as a writer, mainly because it’s very emotionally draining and I try not to go beyond the Lord. Anyway, I hope they’ll be a blessing.
The Day Love Died
I traced the steps of a once-ridden foal
To the base of a hill where thieves pay their toll.
I stood in the darkness, my clothes wet with rain
And looked up at the three, so frozen in pain.
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Their bodies were white, and they slumped in their death.
Only one had looked up as He’d drawn His last breathe.
His face was so peaceful, not at all like the dead;
He even made regal the thorns on His head.
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There were nails in His hands, put there to slay,
But He held them so tight, like He wanted to stay.
Then I looked at the blood and the skin that was bruised,
At the sign that read, “Jesus, the King of the Jews,”
And I knew who He was, and I started to cry;
For I’d always believed that Love could not die.
Joyous Day of Tears
Oh, joyous day of tears-
A precious babe is born.
And as He shakes with newborn fears,
His grave-clothes keep Him warm.
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A mother’s smile, a gentle song;
She soothes her child’s alarms.
“My Son, you’ve been awaited long.
Take rest now in my arms.”
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Hidden from creation’s eyes,
A Father’s heart is torn.
All Heaven hears His longing sighs
The day His Son is born.
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Oh, joyous day of tears,
A cross is lifted high.
Amidst the sound of scorner’s cheers,
Both Son and Saviour die.
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Darkness, tears, and stinging rain-
A mother’s shaking form.
None on earth can know her pain,
The love for her firstborn.
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A Father’s shout!
An angel’s song!
A child safe from all harm.
“My Son, you’ve been away too long.
Take rest now in my arms.”
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Oh, joyous day of tears.
Jesus, Crimson Warrior
He carried His great wooden lance
To the place marked off for war,
To the hill they call Golgotha
Where the living live no more.
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This Champion had never lost,
And He’d never known a tie;
His enemy this time was death,
And one of them would die.
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The soldiers acted as His squires
To prepare Him for the fray.
They put on Him the garb of war-
The battle was today.
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First, He donned His crimson armour;
It shone glistening, never tried.
They lashed a cloak upon His back,
Put a dagger to His side.
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His grasp they filled with sharpened steel,
Tempered in hell’s flame.
His feet were fixed with works of iron,
To support His lofty frame.
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Then He bowed His head to them
And received a faithful helm-
Wrought with care, by skillful hands,
‘Twas the finest in the realm.
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And last, He raised His arms and cried,
“There’s a victory to be won!”
Above His head, a flag unfurled — it read:
“God incarnate, God’s own Son.”
A Song for My Shepherd
“All I want is Jesus!”-
This is my heartfelt cry.
‘Cause it won’t matter what happens then,
As long as He’s by my side.
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Yes, I’ll go wherever He leads me-
On grass, on rocks, on stone-
‘Cause I know wherever He leads me,
I won’t ever go alone.
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He opened up His Word to me,
And He made me to understand;
He took a boy with childlike faith,
And He’s made him a faithful man.
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Yes, I’ll go wherever He leads me-
On grass, on rocks, on stone-
‘Cause I know wherever He leads me,
I won’t ever go alone.
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You can have your worldly treasure,
And you can have your worldly fame;
You can have this world and all that’s in it,
And I’ll take Jesus’ Name.
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‘Cause I know wherever He leads me-
On grass, on rocks, on stone-
And even if it’s through the fire,
I won’t ever go alone.
No, I won’t ever be alone.
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