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Lord, Remember Me

(This poem views the Crucifixion through the eyes of the thief who hung on a cross beside Jesus)

I know the crimes that have brought me to this cross, 
and that I deserve to die.
But this Man cannot deserve such torture. 
All I can do is to wonder why.

This broken Man who is hanging beside me; 
what evil has He done?
Is the only crime He ever committed 
simply claiming to be God’s Son?

If I were Him I would just give up. 
I would curse my accusers and die.
Yet all I have heard from this brave Man 
is a barely audible sigh.

There is something different about this Man 
that I simply cannot explain,
the manner in which He handles suffering 
and the way He deals with His pain.

Could this Jesus be who He says He is? 
I think I am starting to believe.
If I confess my sins and regrets to Him, 
will His blessing I receive?

So I gathered my courage and spoke to Him. 
I asked Him to “remember me”.
Now I feel the weight of my sin has lifted, 
as if my soul has been set free.

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The Last Hours of Christ - a Disciple's Betrayal

(the crucifixion through the eyes of the apostle Judas)


How can I sit here and sup with Him? 
How can I look Him in the eye?
I can tell by the way He looks at me 
that He knows He is going to die.

I have consorted with His enemies 
and the plans have already been made.
They have put a price upon His head
and thirty silver pieces I was paid.

I never should have talked with them, 
should not have listened to their lies.
I never should have allowed myself 
to become the instrument of His demise.

I can't believe that I had the nerve
to hand Him over with a loving kiss.
He knew from the start what I would do.
How could our relationship have come to this?

I have committed a truly unforgivable sin 
in betraying God’s only Son.
I too will be departing this world, 
for I cannot live with what I have done.

For I know that my name shall be the one 
that all of history shall hate.
I was the one to betray the Christ. 
Such was my terrible fate.

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With Him I Can Find No Fault

(the Crucifixion as seen through the eyes of Pilate)

What crime did this Man commit?
Is He charged with murder or assault?
What complaint do they have against this Man? 
With Him I can find no fault.

I desire an end to their angry shouts.
I just want this mystery solved.
Why must they drag me into their drama 
when I do not want to be involved?

The way this angry mob is acting,
they would tear this Man limb from limb.
These people have only one thing on their minds 
as they all cry, “Crucify Him”.

My wife came and pleaded with me. 
She told me of her frightening dream
which clearly has been a warning 
that I must have nothing to do with this scheme.

It seems there is no recourse left to me 
as the situation now stands.
I must turn this Jesus over to them. 
I will not have His blood on my hands.

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Isaiah's Prophecy of the Coming Messiah

The leaders of His generation
would subsidize
the fraudulent bed of lies, 
leading to His demise.

He would be bruised 
for our iniquity,
for the transgressions 
committed by we, not He.

A holy righteous life, 
in servitude spent,
Yet they would shed the blood 
of this innocent.

A Man who would know suffering, 
well acquainted with pain,
His stripes that would heal, 
His loss, but our gain.

A Lamb would be led to slaughter, 
yet no sound would be heard,
no complaint, revenge, or defiance, 
not a single word.

A Man of mercy, 
always so loving and forgiving
would be brutally taken 
from this land of the living.

Yet there will be an end to His suffering, 
and to His strife.
He will see the glory of resurrection, 
into the light of new life.

He would pour out His life’s blood, 
yes, even unto death,
so that even our deathbed 
will not be our last breath.

For just as He would, 
we will arise in glory.
What better ending 
could there be to HisStory?

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He Knows

He is aware of the tiniest sparrow,
knows when it falls from the sky.
He knows the situations which sadden me,
that which can make me cry.
Knows there are times my faith falters,
times when I have to question why.

He knows each and every single strand
of hair upon my head.
He knows the problems and worries that plague me,
and the words that have gone unsaid.
Knows the situations which frighten me,
that which fills my heart with dread.

He knows the day, the hour, the minute 
when I am destined to leave this place,
to enter into my heavenly home 
where I will finally see His face.
And I know the blessings of knowing Him,
that He fills my life with His grace.

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And She Brought Forth a Son

Poem 1 in the Chosen One Series

(The Nativity story through Mary's eyes)

As we set off on a journey towards Bethlehem, 
our nerves were beginning to unravel.
My Babe was due at any moment 
and it was not a good time to travel.

I will never forget that one brilliant star 
which lit the sky with its light,
telling the world there would be something different 
about this holy night.

Bethlehem was crowded. No rooms could be found, 
not even a place to lay my head,
until a man took pity upon my condition 
and finally offered us a stable bed.

Joseph was worried. He paced back and forth 
and his expression mirrored the strain,
as I labored upon my bed of straw 
and tried not to cry out from the pain.

It seemed as if the animals were also worried 
as they surrounded me protectively.
And the stable was filled with an eerie silence 
as the Lord sought to deliver me.

We were soon visited by some shepherds 
who came before my Babe and kneeled.
They said an Angel had told them about this Child 
as they had been watching in the field.

I will always remember the arrival of three Kings 
who had traveled for many a mile,
to bow down before my little Son 
and He had favored them with His smile.

I marveled at the many unusual events 
in which I had played a part.
I would always treasure these memories 
and hold them close within my heart.

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The Last Hours of Christ - a Disciple's Denial

(the crucifixion through the eyes of the apostle Peter)

I was angry when Jesus had made that statement. 
How could He be able to foresee
that I was destined to deny Him thrice? 
How could this possibly be?

I knew that I had served Jesus well. 
I had been his true and faithful friend.
I simply would never deny the Christ. 
I would be faithful to the bitter end.

I had always been the rock, 
the disciple who was confident and strong.
My world had shattered when they arrested Jesus. 
How could everything have gone so wrong?

I had panicked when the question was asked, 
and then I had instinctively lied.
When asked if I was with the Man named Jesus, 
I had immediately denied.

I had spent much of my life following Jesus. 
Now had all that devotion been lost
in one brief moment of panic and cowardice? 
How much had that one moment cost?

If what Jesus said would come true, 
if He really would arise again and live…
Would Christ find it in His heart 
this fallen disciple to forgive?

After seeing the newly arisen Christ, 
after recovering from the initial shock,
I pledged my life to serving the Savior
knowing I again could become that rock.

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Dear Heavenly Daddy, a Child's Prayer

I know You live way up in the sky
and You're someone I can never see.
If You live so very far away...
Are You able to take care of me?
And do You know I like to play make believe,
and I'm not always who I pretend to be?

Do You really know everything?
And can You see inside my head?
Do You know what games I like to play
and that my favorite color is red?
And I hope I can trust in You
to slay the monster underneath my bed.

Can I count on You
to go to school with me each day?
And if I have a hard test to take,
will you help me to get an "A"?
And at the end of my school day,
will You make sure I have time to play?

Will You be there when I wake up each morning?
And will You go to bed with me each night?
I think You know I'm still afraid of the dark.
Can I count on You to be my light?
And will You chase away every scary dream
so I don't have to wake up in a fright?

I really try so hard to be good.
So please don't punish me if I'm bad.
And though most of the time I'm happy,
will You promise to comfort me when I'm sad?
Dear Heavenly Daddy, I find You so easy to love
cause You're alot like my mom and dad.

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Covid-19, All In This Together

Will the COVID-19 headlines
be this year’s only claim to fame?
I can feel no satisfaction
in our having to play this dangerous game.

A pandemic that spreads like wildfire,
never sparing any of the nations.
The hospitals, doctors and nurses
having to face such sad situations.

So many schools, stores and businesses,
by government mandate forced to close.
When they will be allowed to reopen 
only the Father in heaven knows.

So many of our entertainment venues 
having also been forced to shut down.
Passing dark buildings and empty parking lots
feels like driving through a ghost town.

I know we’re all in this together…
And yet, we’re all sitting at home alone,
having to learn the meaning of social distancing.
Are we now living in the twilight zone?

It’s a time of constantly washing hands 
and wearing a mask to protect the face.
This world we have always called our home
has suddenly become a frightening place.

But we mustn’t let ourselves lose hope.
We will have to find new ways to cope.
Our people have the resilience to rise above.
We will have to fight for the life we love.

We can ask God for His help and guidance…
to emerge from this darkness back into sun.
So that we can one day take this demon down.
And we will finally say we have won.

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This Poet's Mind

When this poet’s mind discovers 
some new muse or inspiration,
I can’t wait to get started. 
I’m filled with anticipation.
I grab a pen and quickly
jot down a line or two.
Did I accurately convey my message,
or were my words too few?
And does my reader feel
he hasn’t a single clue,
if my poem paints colors
in a completely different hue?
Did I chart a proper course?
Did all my words make sense?
Did I successfully flood the page
with beauty and eloquence?
My pen continues on.
It seems my zeal can’t be diminished.
Just one final line
and my poem will be finished.
If beautiful words flow
with perfect rhyme and meter…
When it all naturally comes together,
nothing could be sweeter.