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~ |
Friday, March 22, 2013
Just For Today . . .The Days Between . . .3/22/13
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