AT THE CROSS poem
by Richard L. Provencher At the Cross Light is beginning to sink upon the night, a redemptive pain and sadness as righteousness is swept aside they tormented Him, our Jesus shamed Him, scourged and defiled His kindness, words designed for our salvation. Now He lifts His head to the Father, not yet from the cross, but on His knees in Gethsemane awaiting the kiss of Judas. "Not my will, but Yours," He intones and rising to His feet prepares for the journey of our redemption. He will represent the sins of our existence and exchange His life for our salvation. Amen. Richard L. Provencher All Rights Reserved Richard enjoys writing poems; many of which have been published in Print and Online. He and his wife, Esther are also co-authors of stories and a print novel. They are "born again" Christians and very busy in their church, Abundant Life Victory International, in Bible Hill, Nova Scotia. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |
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