How blind we all are (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
God here with us standing, walking on this journey God's presence all around us yet we cannot see How blind ...
God here with us standing, walking on this journey God's presence all around us yet we cannot see How blind ...
He must have anguished suffered so greatly not just the insults the whips the crown of thorns even the cross ...
Blind to who he was those who should know blind to the man standing before them the Son of the ...
Like them so scared unwilling to stand up to stand out to hold fast to his name When we doubt ...
We run away just like them denying our King, our God too afraid to stand in the breach to trust ...
The hour has come the betrayer is at hand the journey has begun the descent to torture and death and ...
Drops of blood like the pressed olives heavy, falling Gethsemane wet with the sweat the anguish the pain of Christ ...
The hired hands the thief on the cross those who could not see mocking our king the living God the ...
A concerted act of will the last candle burning needing to be extinguished yet laden with meaning rich, in remembrance ...
The world closing in gathered in silence in the gathering shadows we begin The day of his dying his sacrifice ...
unlike the others he had done no wrong faithful to God's calling to his law There on the cross the ...
The accusation foreshadowing foretelling betrayal So you say said the master to the statement of the denial of Judas sealing ...
Hanging on his words as he changed the ancient rite the bread his body and the cup his blood Offering ...
God has gone before us the Son, the Christ experiencing human life what it means to suffer to sorrow, to ...
Our lives changed in falling in the waters rising on wings like eagles to do our master's work But joining ...
The feeling of dread foreboding all around the disciples with us our hearts beating as one Hushed in our pews ...
Was the darkness beginning at noon the shadow of God God turning his back unable to watch his son tortured ...
Their sadness complete the melancholy of Saturday Christ in the tomb the spices waiting disciples locked behind closed doors the ...
From the garden the master captured turned into their hands by the kiss of the betrayer We all scattered fearful ...
More than a heavenly visitor in Christ, God come to earth walking as a man so we could have new ...
In his love for us his faithfulness to God Selfless, to his death even death on the cross How he ...
How Christ must have felt standing accused before the Sanhedrin sons of Aaron, the royal priesthood judging him by the ...
On the Sabbath day they rested not because this was their choice Christ's body in the tomb unprepared for his ...
Walking with Christ present, beside him going to Jerusalem when the Messiah came home Into the city of David to ...
The false conviction charges that they raised claiming he spoke blasphemy when he claimed his name The defense of innocence ...
For the disciples that numbing silence the quiet of the Sabbath bringing them no peace Christ, their master the one ...
An uneasy Sabbath not rest for the disciples the stillness of Saturday mourning, in silence Christ dead, in the grave ...
The gospels all silent none of them speaking of this the believers, the faithful on the sabbath nothing of Saturday ...
Only in walking where he stepped traveling with Jesus walking as a disciple with him only in slowing our steps ...
The week not yet finished not yet the victory of Easter the joy of our Sunday when the Christ rose ...
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