Holy week is here. In keeping with the tradition of my blog,
here is a poem and prayer from my dad.
Have a beautiful and blessed Easter.
~Lori
~Lori
Dear Jesus,
That day is fast approaching
There is no place to hide.
That day filled with your suffering
My tears well up inside.
It happened on a Friday
How can we call it good?
When you obeyed our Father’s way
Upon the cross of unyielding wood.
Now your cross is my cross
I feel your awful agony.
The thorns, the nails, the total loss
Upon that bitter tree.
But Jesus I must now recall
That you really died for me.
You gave your
very life your all
To bring our Easter victory.
******
……Rockman,
Lent 1994
Miss you Pops.
~Lori
Beautiful, just beautiful! xo
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ReplyDelete{Melinda} That is beautiful, Lori. So heartfelt and real. Thank you for sharing, Lori.
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Thanks Melinda. My died died about 5 years ago. He wrote a lot of spiritually inspired poetry. I cherish those poems and prayers penned by him.
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