Poem


Good Friday 

And they dressed Him in purple
And condemned Him to die
Mocked, spat upon, and whipped Him
As Pontius Pilate stood by
And with thorns as a crown
He was then led away
To carry His cross
And show us the way
Falling under the burden
Of its heavy weight
But rising up again
Knowing full-well His fate
And meeting His mother
With anguish untold
As God’s plan of Great Love
Proceeds to unfold
Simon helps Jesus
Who seems broken and frail
And Veronica steps forward
To wipe His face with her veil
But He soon falls again
For a second time
Paying a price with His suffering
His love being the crime
Women and children
He meets on His way
Then falls for a third time
This most solemn Friday
Adding further humiliation
To any of His woes
Jesus is then
Stripped of His clothes
And while nailed to the cross
His earthly time here passes
His own life He gave
For the salvation of masses


 

 

We May Not Always Realize

We may not always realize
That every thing we do,
Affects not only our lives
But touches others, too!
For a little bit of thoughtfulness
That shows someone you care,
Creates a ray of sunshine
For both of you to share.
Yes, every time you offer
Someone a helping hand …
Every time you show a friend
You care and understand …
Every time you have
A kind and gentle word to give …
You help someone find beauty
In this precious life we live.
For happiness brings happiness
And loving ways bring love;
And Giving is the treasure
That contentment is made of.


I LOVE MY LORD

Take me on the top of the highest mountain
May I touch your beautiful heart
O Jesus, my Lord, how I love you
Take me where you are
 From the highest mountain I can reach heaven
I can see your kingdom of grace
All the world lies at your feet
O Jesus, my Lord, how I love you
 You didn’t refuse me when I was bad
You parted the sky and took my hands
You lifted my spirit on wings
O Jesus, my Lord, how I love you
 No man is righteous before you
Your grace is bigger than the world
You comfort all suffering hearts
O Jesus, my Lord, how I love you
 Shall I ever understand
The extent of your beautiful heart
Jesus, you died for me on the cross
You took all burdens away
 Oh, take me on the top of the mountain
May I feel your presence for ever
Jesus, your love is my life
Never, never leave me alone
 ~ by vineta ~


I KNOW A HEALER

There are seasons the soul remembers,

When the storms of life
ravage and rage
and the wild winds blow –
there is a refuge that I go

Where I lay it down in pieces

where I lay it down in shattered pieces
my brokenness, my bones fallen at His feet
on bended knee – on bended knee

There is a Friend I know, whose yoke is easy

There is a Healer I know who sets my burdens free.

O, starlit sky, the dawn You summon

ever fleeting glimpse of winter
fading subtly into spring…
There is a season the earth remembers
and in her warm spring rain tastes solace sweet!
What in winter lay leafless, lost and barren,
In spring grows green – again grows green!