SOMETIMES ITS TIME...
The time had come,
His Father’s will be done;
Death on the cross,
To the deceiver’s loss;
Yes, the time had come,
Great sadness for some,
Even the temple rebuilt,
Couldn't assuage the guilt,
When that time had come,
And he, left without a chum,
Raised spirit to the most high,
Forgiveness for sins did he buy.
© gillena cox
This is a very good post-Easter poem, Gillena. Indeed His time had come....
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping in to read mine Mary
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"His Father’s will be done;"...this is the truth of life...love that image too...
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping in Sumana
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An unexpected but meaningful and thought-provoking take on the prompt, Gillena.
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Powerful words that really strike home the wonder of love.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your appreciation Alan
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Gillena,
ReplyDeleteThe ultimate act, to lay down one's life for others; yet one wonders what else it would take, to halt the evil that lurks in this world today..Sometimes, it is never enough..
Eileen
Thank you for your appreciation Eileen
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It was the only way.
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Indeed, a great poem to reflect upon after Easter, Gillena. Do you contribute to the Poets United pages?
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