Reflections of the Past, Visions of the Future
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Written on March 22, 2025
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Jacob, who swindled and swapped his stew
for the birthright, then the blessing
that he felt like were his due,
in time, his dream would be secured,
he’d marry the love of his life,
sweet Rachel, who would one day give birth
to a son named…
Joseph, brother and son, a heart undone
by jealousy, the sin beyond words
expressing the violence of a desperate shadow
silhouettes of vengeance, complicated
by sentiments of what could have been
if only hearts had given in…
then, his potential, forthcoming
victory, a vision, remembered
a dream, fathomed, fulfilled.
the children of Israel, slaves under the rule of Pharoah
who God would harden until he told Moses the slaves could go
but he’d follow – to the sea where God parted the waters,
allowing the Israelites to walk on dry land – while their pursuers
were washed beneath the sea, forever gone –
forever erased from the earth’s soft song…
Moses led them, wandering in the wilderness for 40 years
yearning for the land God had promised them when they left Egypt –
led by the cloud, during the day
led by the fire, during the evening
they were fed manna that only God could have given,
they were given the law, so they’d know right and wrong,
the ten commandments, to teach them God’s rules…
as time continues on, there comes David, after God’s own heart
playing his instruments, glorifying his God,
killing the giant who sought Saul’s army,
destroying darkness with his kindness and charm
David brought victory to the hearts who knew him,
the one who would be King of Israel…
as the story colors between the lines, there is One
who comes to live on this earth, One who came by virgin birth,
One who knows us – the sinner, the soul, the saint
He leads us to the drink of the living water, He is life
and He is the sacrifice that silences our fears,
wipes away each tear and, despite the pain of a cross,
whispers light through the heart, comforts us when we hurt,
makes a way for our heart to praise…
the love, His grace, He is the way
the second chance for me to say
when I die, I won’t have to pay
I’ll have a new life, a new day
God’s Son came to erase the past with a love that will always last!
As Easter remembers – beyond all the winters - here is hope that keeps giving
love that keeps living – He never stops forgiving!
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2025
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