Naked, Dying (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Stripped utterly wearing a crown of thorns naked, dying feeling wholly alone In the darkness of midday the sun refusing ...
Stripped utterly wearing a crown of thorns naked, dying feeling wholly alone In the darkness of midday the sun refusing ...
Dried palms of Sunday in the streets of Jerusalem how soon we forget the joy that we felt when Jesus ...
His followers, the faithful though too timid to speak watching from a distance a vigil at the cross while Christ ...
The shroud of darkness over the earth the sun would not shine Christ hanging on the cross dying alone and ...
In the darkness of this hour hard to call this day Good for Christ died this afternoon nailed upon a ...
No cries of hosanna no hail to the king palm boughs not waving no sound of singing greeting the Lord ...
Darkness fell on the land as the savior hung on the cross quiet on Golgotha until Christ cried out after ...
Stripped of his clothing soldiers drawing lots while he was yet dying the signs of his scourging his blood in ...
Every Christian down through the ages needing to be mindful aware of this moment there on this day when Christ ...
Blood of the lamb poured out onto the ground spread on the horns of the altar as in the ages ...
In this journey the Lenten vigil following, walking with Christ sharing the words the loving scripture finding our brother along ...
One of the questions to ponder this night was the words of the good thief hanging on the cross What ...
At the cross, as the savior hung dying his mother, his disciple joined into a family his mother, his brother ...
Are we advantaged by knowing what they did not know? Those eleven disciples in despair that Saturday morn' Their master, ...
This Holy Saturday trying, with mixed success the emptiness, the devastation To stand in their shoes to be of one ...
Slowing our steps measured steps, of remembrance pilgrims, yoking our lives with Christ and with the first disciples journeying with ...
In repentance, in asking for God's mercy, for a bit of grace the good thief, hanging on the cross, next ...
The sinner, knowing himself, chiding his fellow, speaking truth that day the righteousness of their sentence the judgment upon them ...
The wait, the vigil, the darkness is almost over, the veil is almost lifted the dawn is coming, the resurrection ...
The law was the disciplinarian. So I guess I understand more fully the phrase, "throw the book at them" Yes, ...
Calm, sad, secure; behind high convent walls, These watch the sacred lamp, these watch and pray: And it is one ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mateless play; ...
In darkness the loud sea makes moan; And earth is shaken, and all evils creep About her ways. Oh, now ...
In darkness the loud sea makes moan; And earth is shaken, and all evils creep About her ways. Oh, now ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
And thou art dead, as young and fair As aught of mortal birth; And form so soft, and charms so ...
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