twilight's song is upon me
in my eyes, tears to embrace.
within the scarlett shadow
hangs the tender form of grace
nailed with violent censure
against the gnarled wooden cross.
with crown of thorns pressed on him
and agony upon his face,
blood pours out from his body and
forgiveness whispers from his lips.
twilight's shadow hastens
it is finished, he declares.
the rolling thunder and earthquake
with veil torn in the holiest place
hail the final sacrifice
of the Lamb of God in our place.
the laughter of the wicked taunt
the righteous with disgrace,
but on the third day of sorrow,
shadow turns to dawn's new face.
In risen form before me
appears the Son of God, in grace.
twilight's song is upon me
in my eyes, tears to embrace.
8 April 2007 by Glen Alan Woods
2 comments:
Really like this one Glen. The tone, the content, the rythum. All work together very well, and the symmetry between the start and finish was a masterful stroke.
Very evocative.
peace,
David
Thank you David. I am glad it is a blessing to you. As I write these I do so as a way of processing my own thoughts and feelings, inviting others to look in along the way.
Blessings,
Glen Alan Woods
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