Holy Week - Tuesday
Come walk the way of holy feast
Bask in the words of thy High Priest
Ponder a fig tree so soon deceased
As Tuesday rolls around
Bask in the words of thy High Priest
Ponder a fig tree so soon deceased
As Tuesday rolls around
The grimy grip of jealous hate --
Whilst vilest demons salivate --
In His countrymen, doth lie in wait
To steal His rightful crown
Whilst vilest demons salivate --
In His countrymen, doth lie in wait
To steal His rightful crown
But stay yet watchful, humble souls,
And trim your lamps with ample oil
Your name’s writ on celestial roll
Soon evil will be bound
And trim your lamps with ample oil
Your name’s writ on celestial roll
Soon evil will be bound
For you hear Him counter each wayward plea
With His Self-ordained authority
So, mountains, get thee to the sea!
The King has come to town!
With His Self-ordained authority
So, mountains, get thee to the sea!
The King has come to town!
It's our bi-yearly Poem-A-Day writing time during April. I haven't been staying on prompt too well, but I think the topics of the day and especially the greater topics of this special week warrant their own works. I pray you are all well and leaning in to the Lord in these exceedingly strange days.
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