poetry
Good Friday
To you, little bird,
this Friday is good,
as every day is good,
each morning mercy-filled
Sunrise, sunset,
you seek and find daily bread
in the stone shadows of cathedrals
You rest on red-tiled rooftops,
as men beneath seek luxury,
purchasing things you find for free
Might they learn to live like you –
numbered, known, counted,
considered and considerate
Cross, crown
and all blessings
freely received
as freely given
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THE GIFT
Compassion: Love from His heart
A soft and gentle face
A Goblet: Take and drink
Of His mercy and grace
The Word: Scripture’s story
To man gave
The Infant: Mary’s baby
Men to save
The Man: Calms the storms
Miracles performs
The sinners praised
The dead are raised
The King: The nations He’ll rule
Yet worlds ridicule
The Sufferer: Cross nailed
Side impaled
The Ekcheo Broken body
Bled and died
The Redeemer: Raised to live
Salvation give
Remember: His body; the bread
His blood; the wine.
Have a blessed Easter