Tuesday, May 09, 2006

passover poem

The builders rejected the capstone,
the one from which eternity has grown
The Bread of life in endless supply
The Prophet like Moses which some deny
Has shed sacrificial blood, which poured out,
From his fresh remembered, life came about.
So we are presented without sin,
so when life is over it's not the end.
In his memory I eat and drink,
and of this sacrifice, is what I think.
The Lamb is presented for my sin,
the bloodshed cleanses me from within.
I'm presented to God, as white as snow
From God's gift of life, that he did bestow


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