Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Mar 31, 2010 7:25:42 GMT -5
Resurrection of Love
They hear Him say, “Father, forgive...”
They wonder why;
They cannot even try, but cry,
“Forgiveness is too hard...
Besides, we bear this weight of hate with pride
For those we love who were so wronged
Who suffered much and we must sing our
Stinging hate and pain, or else- we’d let them down!”
He showed the crown- of thorns pressed firm
And drawing blood, the marks of nails;
The rough and tortured wood.
“Give up that pain to me,” He said,
“I came to carry it for you to make you free.
And let me heal the scars
That harden tortured hearts!
Be free, be free to let in Love-
My Love has conquered pain, and hate
And yet again; My Love has conquered death!”
© PAULINE GRIFFITHS
They hear Him say, “Father, forgive...”
They wonder why;
They cannot even try, but cry,
“Forgiveness is too hard...
Besides, we bear this weight of hate with pride
For those we love who were so wronged
Who suffered much and we must sing our
Stinging hate and pain, or else- we’d let them down!”
He showed the crown- of thorns pressed firm
And drawing blood, the marks of nails;
The rough and tortured wood.
“Give up that pain to me,” He said,
“I came to carry it for you to make you free.
And let me heal the scars
That harden tortured hearts!
Be free, be free to let in Love-
My Love has conquered pain, and hate
And yet again; My Love has conquered death!”
© PAULINE GRIFFITHS