To follow our Jesus one step at a time Keep pace with His slow steady stride Hold tight in the shadows our dear Shepherd’s hand Let the touch of His rod be your guide We trust Him because with a baby’s small feet He walked onto Bethlehem’s street And He followed until on a rough Roman cross They nailed both His hands and His feet Till then from the tomb one step at a time He walked out to new life the third day So you see up ahead that He’s waiting for us In His home at the end of the way Our Home at The End of the Way by Peter Caligiuri Copyright 2020 all righta reserved. Use by permission only
Poetry
Tree of Calvary
Brothers, I do not consider that I have made it my own. But one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead, I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus. Philippians 3:13-14 ESV
This week on the election day, my wife spent almost 13 hours as I poll worker leaving me with I lots of free time alone. So during the day on Tuesday I worked on something God had been speaking to my heart about over the last week on learning to accept the passing of seasons in life. Slowly what began as a journal entry evolved into a rough poem and then into a song. Today I thought I’d share the first verse and chorus from Tree of Calvary. A video with this should be ready soon. Change is never easy because true change is irreversible and it means letting go of some things dear to us in order that we may take hold of things even better. May God bless you this week in your own life as with God’s help you are learning to let go so that you may reach out to all the great things that God has in store!
To every life a season will come When autumn’s in the air And the cold winds blow, and the leaves do fa And change is everywhere Then I’ll lift my heart and sing to Him For His pardon rich and free His forgiveness washing all my sin From the tree of Calvary Tree of Calvary by Peter Caligiuri © 2020 All rights reserved
The Fringe of His Garment
At the fringe of the garment of Jesus Was a place that was humble and low And a Master so Holy yet gentle All the years of her searching He knows While she presses through crowds Jesus lingered No one noticed her there in that place But there at the hem of His garment She found mercy and healing and grace So trust Him today and forever Take hold of the fringe of His robe For He welcomes the humble and weary And has promised us grace for the road!
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