In Christ Alone #easter #poetry

Who faithful carries burdens

who in love bore the cross

only one God’s Son

willingly paid the price

sin a heavy anchor

none can loose its chains

but by the eternal victor

 you are free from pain

why walk bent and broken

you can be set free

what a loving forfeit

Christ’s death on Calvary

*

Sins willingly bore

Risen no grave could hold

Jesus paid sin’s price

 

 

Freedom’s Dawn #Easter #Poetry

breaking through clouds look through storm clouds

beauty to behold

colors of the rainbow

mercy to unfold

hold not to the dark

open up your heart

before the Lord seek freedom

make a fresh new start

*

nightingale’s song

 lily raises its pure face

morning glory

*

Easter is a time to be reminded of Christ’s sacrifice and renewed. But we can hold back and lay roots of rot and resistance. It is not God who holds back His goodness. We are the ones who chose not the beauty of salvation’s grace.

 

Broken Egg #happyeaster #poetry

 

broken egg

All the king’s horses

All the king’s men

couldn’t put anything

together again

Here I lie broken

listless and cracked

there’s one who has risen

will take the world back

So I look to the cross

He will set all wrongs right

today He has risen

there’s love in His light

*

Doubt in the darkness

son breaks through world’s clouds

Easter dawns with HOPE

sun on cross

cherry sun

Sharing today’s post with GodInterest and the poets united Poetry Pantry. Wishing each of you a most blessed Easter.

Palms Sing Rocks Cry

morning breaks

golden rise upon the mountain

light moves gently over the scene

colors join the day in knowing

this is an answer to a dream

 donkey’s colt untied and led forth

his only rider is a king

palm branches line La Via

Hosanna shouts while others sing

the silent rocks they know the story

holding back the truth they know

but one day all will be revealed

and men will cry in shouts of woe

this Palm day swift leads to another

where the course of history bends

his eyes have looked into many

love’s message to each one he sends

Today is Palm Sunday the day when Jesus entered Jerusalem under the hails of Hossanas.

“Some of the Pharisees in the crowd said to Him, “Teacher, rebuke Your disciples.” But Jesus answered, “I tell you, if these become silent, the stones will cry out!” Luke 19:39 & 40

One day (in a week) he is revered, another he is sold,  and blood spills upon the Via Dolorosa…

Wishing all at Poet’s United a Happy Palm Sunday!

Words of Grace #Easter #poetry

Easter Lily

He whispered words of grace

balm against my anguished soul

massaging the world’s pointed pain

He touched with words of grace

sweet myrrh filled emptiness

healing my life-long scars

He planed with words of grace

sanding away cancerous decay

the shaving sno part of me

He walked away from grace

nails driven into eternity

sin abolished in sacrifice

 HE lives words of grace

joyous love fills the soul

barren no more

*****

Wishing each of you a Happy Easter.

May your burdens be lifted

by

Grace

stained glass

 

The Face of Passion #poetry #photography

The Road Ahead

Passion led

 man’s life to spill

His love

on Calvary’s hill

Passion fueled

an angry mob

insults and rocks

cruelly lobbed

Passion moved

the earth to shake

 sky grew dark

bonds would break

Passion cried

 in a tomb he lay

night filled hearts

but we await the day

This poem is in response to the prompt at Verse First/Poet’s United. The prompt is “Passion.” I don’t often write directly on my blog of my faith, but it is what holds me up on good days and on the very worst.

poets united

Photography “The Road Ahead” copyright L. Moon 2012

The Rose / The Way #Easter #love #poetry

You drip beauty in our lives

shielding us from death’s pain

many your soft petals despise

You drip beauty in our lives

poured out with no guise

blood gives you a name

you drip beauty in our lives

you never once looked at me in blame

***

~The Way~

Jesus look the cup of poison from our hands

out of love the perfect sacrifice bore our sins

a man of suffering acquinted with grief

He is the salve

The salvation

the Way

“He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree, so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness;by his wounds you have been healed.”

1 Peter 2:24

Curious that by one tree we were hurled into a life of sin and through another a savior was broken that we could be set free…

~Be free in the peace of the Lord Jesus Christ~

Photography: “Peace’s Rose ” “Copyright L. Moon 2010