Deaths Last Hour

A burden of sorrow is given to this man. 
A deluge of hate is on him as he struggles through the sand. 

Loving eyes he bestows to all, through his pain. 
Earth's loving life cries with heartbroken rain. 

The gift of love is given and needs to be broken. 
A soft, gentle wind blows through the words spoken. 

Now, light hides in death's dark shadow of woe. 
Every inequity of man is revealed below. 

Justice rips apart the veil as, in fear, they hide. 
The Earth trembles as the blood drips from his side. 

As the man cries out with last breath taken. 
Oh Father, Oh Father, why am I forsaken? 

My Son, my son, you have given your all. 
Now my children are rescued from this fall.

You have taught well and it’s time to rise.
For all of life now, will heal in your radiant light.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Hinshaw Avatar
March 1, 2023 at 2:35 PM
Outstanding verse from the Master of Verse, Dex! Recommend you submit this one for the April GSUMC newsletter - Bob H
Greener Avatar
March 3, 2023 at 7:37 PM
Thank you very much Bob for your kind comment and I will do
Daniel Avatar
February 28, 2023 at 9:40 PM
This is so touching, Dexter, you have beautifully composed the pain of Christ in His last hours:)
Greener Avatar
February 28, 2023 at 10:11 PM
Thank you for those kind words for this poem is about a Fathers Love for all.
Rolland Avatar
February 28, 2023 at 7:08 PM
"moving" poem, to recall a special instant, beautifully written yann
Greener Avatar
February 28, 2023 at 10:12 PM
Thank You very much, was touched by your comments.
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