Without Love, I am words faded, erased on a page, no more than the shavings left behind, without Hope.
Yet this contradiction exists—-
In lowy state, we find our Bliss.
In poverty, I lay Me down
And there find Calvary’s Love—-
But what do I really know of this?
O, to rise and with the Sparrow sing,
“All gain is laid to rest!”
For One who set aside His Life, alas, to give us Breath!
Amen to these beautifully evoked Easter sentiments ❤🙏
Thank you, d.a. 🙂
You’re very welcome
❤️
Oh the depth of seeming contradictions. I do love this poem Deb, there is eternal strength in humility which we can’t get if we try but gain becoming like Christ
That means a lot, Gary. Thanks. Sometimes these days I wonder if I am able to even begin to communicate what God is revealing to my heart and where He is taking me. It’s at times both exhilarating and excruciating. Ultimately, I know I wouldn’t have it any other way. Moment by moment in Him I move and breathe.
You do very well with Words Deb. It’s too bad that all we have to work with is words and a few pictures
powerful, beautiful- this brought me-e-e the Hope of Christ Amen ❤
There ya go! That’s why I write! Amen sister ❤️