by Dee Safford
Long ago God died for me
He took my place of agony
Before my Birth, He offered me Life
My Soul struggled to know; Sliced open by a knife
I reel about for I hardly understand
The truth I grasp, yet it escapes me and
Once again I read the old stories –
The Palms, the Hosannas,
The donkey, the supper,
The bread and the wine
The prayer of despair,
The arrest, the trials,
The terror and denials,
The cross, the grave,
The dark, the light
The Resurrection Day; All Glory and Bright!
Too strange to be true,
I can hardly believe that I believe it; What absurdity!
It cannot be. Impossible, and yet;
I stand with belief in my Soul: All is at rest.
Assurance beyond defense, beyond the evidence
That God placed God upon His Death
To bring me peace where I raged war,
And simply loves us; Mankind is adored.
How long ago God died for all,
Completed the story, there is no more.
Only to live in peace through faith,
Cemented in Grace. Death be not proud,
For life is and always will be: Peace with God.
May 17, 2016
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