poem: good friday

meditation based on psalm 23, vs 5 

 

you prepare a table before me

in the presence of my enemies

and i look up, from the foot of your cross

and it is my sin that put you there

too oft from a sin that i chose

and yet you anoint my head with oil

and my cup over flow’s

 

 

you anoint my head with oil

my cup overflows’

and i look up from the foot of your cross

from your head and your wounds

your blood freely flows;

how could it be that blood of lamb slain

could free me of guilt, could free me of blame?

that you feed me as enemies taunt me with death

and that my cup, with your love, over flows?

and i look up from the foot of your cross

and my love overflows

Wait, wait yet a while..

A reflection on Holy Saturday

 

Wait, wait yet a while

For though the darkness has it’s troubles spun

And sorrows’ ocean feeds upon your tears

Victory by darkness is not won

But by the Love born to transform your fears.

 

Joy and hope walk with you through the grief

Whilst anger seeks command upon your soul

But sprung from grace and peace is Love re-newed

Wait, wait yet a while for that joyous morn.