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-an Ode To Jesus From Simon of Cyrene- 3

(Part3) Home, The Realization and Blessing,Finally. Here where I reside in Cyrene in the country of Cyrenaica later to be known as Libya, now in Africa so far has the news hailed, to cheer me on, For that Holy-man of Judaea never died my days henceforth shone bright above for me, They said too that He truly was a King a Son from the Davidic Royal line, A King without an earthly throne to sit upon. But for me that Holy-man will forever be A Prophet on High, a Son of God so much more than, a mere earthly king, And all this I say without a doubt in mind for I was there, I felt His touch I heard His words, I saw the look in His eyes because of Him I tread this earth so much the lighter now. Now at the close of day and at my hearth bathing in the warmth of the fires glow, My thoughts are more and more upon that Man of God, that man Jesus whom I helped that awful day, And I wander if He knows He has helped me more than He will ever know for now I feel so much closer and grateful to my God. To my God whom I Worship every day even more so, now that I have met His Son His Son, who so has suffered, the the hand's of sinful man, He suffered shame and degradation all to redeem Men, all to show Man the Resurrectional Way, All for Man's sake and for that day, I am so truly blessed, And His words to me "You too will sip this cup with Me unto the end of time", those words now seared into my soul.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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