Friday, April 22, 2011

Good Friday

Even when we're coloring Easter eggs, and preparing the goodies for Sunday morn,
 our minds and hearts are focused on the meaning of Easter...
The Resurrection of Christ.

These poems I am about to share are just what
 I am feeling. they are powerful and has pricked my heart. I hope you will read them.
 Jesus Paid It All
I hear the Savior say
Thy strength indeed is small
Child of and pray
Find in me....thine all in all
Jesus paid it all
All to Him I owe
Sin hath left a crimson stain
He washed it white as snow
Lord, now indeed I find
Thy power and Thine alone
Can change the leper's spots
And melt the heart of stone
For nothing good have I
Whereby Thy grace to claim
I'll wash my garments white
In the blood of Calvary's Lamb
And when before thy throne
I stand in Him complete
Jesus died my soul to save
My lips shall still repeat

Beneath the Cross
Elizabeth Cecilia Clephane
Beneath the Cross of Jesus,
I fain would take my stand,
The shadow of a mighty rock
Within a weary land;
A home within the wilderness,
A rest upon the way,
From the burning of the noontide heat,
And the burden of the day.
Upon the Cross of Jesus,
Mine eye at times can see
The very dying form of One
Who suffered there for me.
And from my smitten heart, with tears,
Two wonders I confess, --
The wonder of His glorious love,
And my own worthlessness.
I take, O Cross, thy shadow
For my abiding-place;
I ask no other sunshine than
The sunshine of His face:
Content to let the world go by,
To know no gain nor loss,
My sinful self my only shame,
My glory all, the Cross.
Brier: Good Friday
E. Pauline Johnson
Because, dear Christ, your tender, wounded arm
Bends back the brier that edges life's long way,
That no hurt comes to heart, to soul no harm,
I do not feel the thorns so much to-day.
Because I never knew your care to tire,
Your hand to weary guiding me aright,
Because you walk before and crush the brier,
It does not pierce my feet so much to-night.
Because so often you have hearkened to
My selfish prayers, I ask but one thing now,
That these harsh hands of mine add not unto
The crown of thorns upon your bleeding brow.
May your Good Friday draw you ever so closely to what
 Christ did on the cross that day for all of us, His people.
 He paid the price!
"I lift up my eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help"

1 comment:

  1. Beautiful Mica. Easter always makes me cry when I think of the suffering Christ endured for OUR sins.
    Happy Easter
    Love you all