Poetry
Horrific day, yet wondrous day
When Jesus took our place
I see His awful agony
And tears stream down my face
My sorrow wounds me like a sword
Pierced deep into my soul
But gratitude then floods my being
For His death made me whole
And every year, upon this day
It seems that nature mourns
The way it did the day that Jesus
Bore the crown of thorns
Skies darken and the rain pours down
As nature cries in pain
The sun still hides its face
The way it did to hide His shame
But soon it will be Sunday
And the sun will shine again
In celebration of His life
For He arose again
Storm clouds gather dark and dismal
Thunder drowns the seagulls’ cries
Rain pours down in sudden fury
Lightning flashes in the skies
Rivers fill to overflowing
Causing floods upon the land
Hailstones pounding, causing havoc
Birds lie wounded on the sand
Once again the sun shines brightly
Softly blows the gentle breeze
Sparse clouds float by white and fluffy
Glossy calm the sapphire seas
Drinking nectar from the flowers
Swiftly fly the buzzing bees
Songs of praise to the God, our Father
Birds sing joyously in trees
When someone betrays me or slanders my name
Or gossips and spreads lies again and again
Teach me to be kind and to pray for that one
That You will forgive her for all she has done
When someone reviles me or spits in my face
Insults or torments me, Lord give me the grace
To bless and forgive and to do what is right
To respond out of love, not react out of spite
When I am threatened or sworn at or hurt
Or hated, abused, let me trust in Your Word
Let your love fill my heart and Your grace flood my being
Let Your light shine through me and Your glory be seen
Father, reign within my heart
Please let Your Kingdom come
And take control of all of me
Lord, let Your will be done
And, Lord, if I should start to stray
In thought or word or deed
Please take my hand and lead me home
And cleanse me, Lord, I plead