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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One thing have I asked of the Lord, that will I seek after: that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to gaze upon the beauty of the Lord and to inquire in his temple. Psalm 27:4 ESV
My favorite people to sing with are my Thursday morning friends in the memory care wing of Sunshine Christian Home. We had a great group this week and they totally loved singing “Up From the Grave He Arose!” In Psalm 27 David asks the Lord for the right to dwell in the House of the Lord –ALL- the days of his life. All our days includes when we are older, weaker and frail. Even in those years God loves coming alongside and delights in giving us a song! If you have not yet known the blessing of serving in Nursing Home Ministry you are missing out. There is a wonderful connection of the blessing that God wants to pass from one generation to the next! I hope you enjoy hearing their voices as we sing my absolute favorite Easter Hymn. Blessings all!
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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