Dear Holy Friends,
I must admit I sometimes wonder if sending poems every day is a bit too much. But, I have recently had a few requests for more poems. Since I focused on advent during December, it seems appropriate I do an Easter week theme. So, here you go . . .
In His Grip, Chandra
The Days Between
He entered town in victory
cheering and jubilant song,
They waved palms and shouted
so when did it go wrong?
Yet, amidst the joy that day
He knew what would come,
How could he smile and celebrate
knowing what would be done?
He rode in with joy
loving everyone He met,
Could any of us do that
love those we knew would forget?
Thinking of how He spent His last week
healing and teaching wondrous things,
I don't think I could give myself
aware of what the week's end would bring.
This week we remember His entry
the joyous and happy day,
Next week we look to His arising
from death to show us the Way.
But, do not forget the days between
which he walked with mercy and grace.
Because of Him and all He did
in heaven I have a place.
~Chandra Lynn Smith~