(A few thoughts I had on the Easter message
from the Christian perspective.)
I lay on my bed this morning ..
touched by ... an easy pace
Whilst .. wind chimes..
outside in the garden -
played with the Easter breeze..
Through the secret door..
my mind traveled ..
dreamily .. far far away
To what happened
in time - long long ago
around the first Easter day..
I saw HIM walking the dusty roads
his face all covered in blood
A crown of thorns in HIS silken hair
.. the cross that he carried was 'wood'..
They beat him and mocked ..
They spat in his face
But never a word did he speak
NOT because he was hurting or humiliated
nor was it.. because he he felt weak..
It was that HE came from another realm
on the far side of the sun...
Where peace and goodness
flow smooth as a stream
and the purest of love is known.
But HE went to His death in a quiet way
a prophecy - to fulfill
HE carried that cross with courage
up the cobbled Calvary hill
And hung there alone and rejected
Said HE did it all for 'MANKIND'..
As a human '' I '' don't understnd..
can't fathom man of HIS kind..
Who stood for nothing but goodness..
whose words were learned and wise
ONE who healed the sick
gave hope to the poor
the GOODNESS shone bright .. in HIS eyes..
It is all such a powerful mystery
why HE should have been put to death
I thought about it .. quite often
and I found NO answer..as yet...
Something about HIM extraordinary
A mystery ordained .. and planned
Perhaps at the'' end'' I will find out..
Only then .. will I understand
When I cross the threshold
to a strange new world
And .. IF I feel lost and alone
HIS is the voice I will want to hear
'Grace .. you are .. welcome home'