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 Â© 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! 
 
 
 

No Need To Knock

No need to knock on Jesus’ door

It’s open all the time

Though He will surely knock on ours

As He is passing by

And looks in through our windowpane

To see an empty spot

That at our kitchen table sits

And our food fresh cooked and hot

And asks if He may enter in

To forgive our sins and more

 And join the family circle now

That He’s come in our door!

No Need to Knock by Peter Caligiuri © 2020 All rights reserved