Maundy Poems - Poems about Maundy

This is the day We break the bread Cup full of wine To numb the head This is the day When truth reveals The veil of lies A mind conceals This is the day We knew would be That thorny cap Of destiny Awaits the king Of hearts and minds Releasing all the Chain that binds This is the day A final feast Then walk to face The mighty beast A farewell toast A hug...

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Ending Of lentern endeAvour Cross Shaped suffering The resurrected breath of ChrisT So Everyone is saved by the Returning...

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He came and dwelt among men And shared a vision of heav'n; To Him some opened their doors, But more denied their favors. With sinners He sat and supped; Thus, others called Him corrupt. But they did not understand: He changed their hearts with His hand. He walked and taught in byways And always with gentle gaze; Some gladly took His offer, Others remained a...

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I The Last Supper and Intimacy with Jesus His humility in foot-washing, even of Judas The Pope still does that for ordinary 12 Like communion for other few Protestants But largely ignored for Friday and Sunday What and why, Thursday as "Maundy"? II Maundy as in Commandment, from the LORD As he set the example, before His arrest Betrayed by Judas and my sins (John...

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Rejoice! Your death is nigh, And your birth is close by. There is no time for tears, of sorrow. Your time of joy is here, two days from tomorrow. by, Martin Braun 4/9/2020...

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MAUNDY THURSDAY The Upper Room was hushed that night, As frightened friends supped their last as one. Shoving back the morrow When their leader would be gone. This is my body—broken for you; You are my beloved—take my blood, too. Do this and as oft as you do it, Do it in remembrance of me. (A shipman shivered on a night-long watch The night...

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Sense how fear wields a heavy hand, Observe the truth in simple stance; Lies surely yield betrayal friend, Expect harsh proof in violent chance; Meet evil hence with love most meek, Note peaceful grace in supper last; Mind bad moves thence vain murder seeks, Apt turn of face in anguish cast; Urge for a while a leader's touch, Notice the scourge that comes to...

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Meek moments meet true love that flows, Ask for the truth that sets you free; Urge grace most sweet to help us know, Note succinct proof that bids us see; Dream with pure heart the way of poise, Yeshua broke bread to feed the soul. Touch that deep art as faith moves choice, Heed unafraid as love makes whole; Use your time well...

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MAUNDY THURSDAY The Upper Room was hushed that night, As frightened friends supped their last as one. Shoving back the morrow When their leader would be gone. This is my body—broken for you; You are my beloved—take my blood, too. Do this and as oft as you do it, Do it in remembrance of me. (A shipman shivered on a night-long watch The night...

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When little you have to live for and far, When righteousness your own for little counts, Knocked down and bruised and battered when you are, When your wasted shadow forever haunts; When rites and rituals robbed are of magic, Piety, pilgrimage, notso might please, Belaboured worship loses all logic, Divine grace...

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Maundy Thursday, we know clearly, The Christ did say: "Remember me..." The ritual tale of the Master, Washed feet availed, fond kiss rendered. How humble then, that sacred act Of loving grand in precious pact. The supper room where The Christ held A meal to groom those love would weld. All twelve round a Master bold; Shared bread to ground pain's sure threshold. That deep...

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Kirby's no Catholic, at least he doesn't believe the Pope's infallible. Infallibility's for me, the one he counts on for treats under the table when no one is looking, or he trails me into his mistress's laundry room, where doggy perks are stored along with "Tide, Free & Gentle, plastic containers of color safe...

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