Good Friday
Great is the way true love sets free,
Old path of cross each burden borne;
Opt thus this day true grace soul sees,
Death of all dross once sad forlorn.
Feel new hope urge our sorrows sad,
Reach for pure grace that melts all fear;
Ire burns new surge of error mad,
Dream of a space where new life steers;
Abide these times with precious hope,
Yield to the touch of saving grace.
Reap sanguine rhymes that flavour hope,
Ignite that much of faith in place;
Truth comes to show a brand new peace,
Unleash sure joy where love finds room;
Act channels flow in lavish ease,
Live as light toys as beauty blooms.
Feel love you feel and dare to be,
Ask grace right now to know the way;
Choice ever heals that soul may see,
Etch lovely vow to live each day.
Leon Enriquez
30 March 2018
Singapore
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