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Sunday, January 25, 2009

A Poem

By Studdard Kennedy

When Jesus came to Golgotha, they nailed Him to a tree.
They crowned Him with a crown of thorns, red were His wounds—and deep.
For those were crude and cruel days, and human flesh was cheap.

When Jesus came to Birmingham, they only passed Him by.
They would not hurt a hair of His, they only let Him die.
For men had grown more tender, they would not wish Him pain.
They only passed down the street, and left Him in the rain—the winter rains that drenched Him through and through.

And when all the crowds had left the street.
Jesus crouched against a wall, and sighed for Calvary.


jeleasure said...

Hi Sparks,
I think Jesus did sigh for Calvary. In my opinion, when He breathed His last breath and said, "It is finished". I beleive those were joyous reflection. He did what He came to do without missing a beat.

Now that the network of bloggers is beginning to reassemble, following the holidays, I will be introducing you to some of them.

Russ, is still working on closing some loose ends on his PHD. Tamela is closing in on a wedding date for her daughter. And, Kermit will be out of the country. Visit some of the bloggers who have left comments on my blog and tell them I sent you. They'll buddy up with you.

Tamela came to my blog back in August, I think and did not have many readers. Now, she is too busy to keep in touch with all.


makemeaspark said...

Thanks Jim--will check on them later--have to pick up some neighbors for the prayer meeting now.

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