Till Journey’s EndOur part is to wait by faith
His is to restore
To us is given to believe
In Christ our risen Lord
Our part is to hope each day
And His the Spirit send
Our part is to run the race
His to keep
Till journey’s end
Till Journey's End by Peter Caligiuri copyright 2021
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He Couldn’t Stay on the Cross
After the crown of thorns
And they ripped the robe off His back
And after the hammer and nails
When the lightening came down with a crack
While the life blood of Jesus poured out
From the wound where they pierced His side
The crowd stood around looking up at His face
Then Mary bowed in her grief as she cried
And by the law He couldn't stay after sunset
He must be buried by the end of the day
So - Joseph of Arimathea
Begged Pilate to take Him away
He couldn’t stay on the cross after nightfall
He must be laid in the dark of the tomb
Till He rose with the breath of the Spirit
When the angel would roll back the stone!
And Joseph bought a linen shroud and taking him down, wrapped him in the linen shroud and laid him in a tomb that had been cut out of the rock. And he rolled a stone against the entrance of the tomb.Mark 15:42-46ESVHe Couldn't Stay on the Cross by Peter Caligiuri
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With Easter just one month away, I thought to post one poem for each of these four weeks. While devotional writing walks with us step by step in the wilderness, poetry skips over the sea connecting unexpected wavetops. I pray that a few of these wave-tops will be a blessing to some.
Seven Loaves of the Bread of LifeHe took the seven loaves and the fish and having given thanks
He broke them and gave them to the disciples
and the disciples gave them to the crowds. Matthew 15:36 ESVMonday’s loaf was when the angels sang
And shepherds knelt and the Heavens rang
On Tuesday Mary dedicated Him
In the temple like a lamb who was without sin
At the Jordan On Wednesday Jesus was baptized
And the dove descended to the bread of life
Thursday’s loaf was when He broke the bread
And He blessed the cup and He bowed His head
Good Friday’s Bread was given for us
And His blood poured down the rough rugged cross
Saturday’s silence was the bread of sorrows
As He lay in the tomb waiting for tomorrow
Then on Sunday’s dawn came the Living Bread
For all who believe He rose up from the dead!
Seven Loaves of the Bread of Life by Peter Caligiuri Copyright 2020
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