Paul’s Poem

A p r o n h e a d -- Lilly

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I stumbled over the splintered wood—

such a barbaric means of torture and death.

I clucked my tongue at the bruised and bleeding, the innocent one,

though probably not

if tried and sentenced, justice done.

But the quaking earth somehow quaked my soul,

and when I knew the bleeding one as the bleeding Son,

my eyes cleared;

my callous heart grew light along with my eyes,

and finally,

I saw His “It is finished” as my new beginning.  And

it became all about the cross.

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wife and mother, musician, composer / poet, teacher, and observer of the world, flawed Christ-follower
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2 Responses to Paul’s Poem

  1. reinkat says:

    Beautiful powerful post.
    “I saw His “It is finished” as my new beginning”
    Wow. Profound words to carry in my heart, pondering. You really ought to publish these poems.

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