3/28/21 Through 4/3/21

 3/28/21 Through 4/3/21

Sunday

The Lord arrives to shouts of praise, 

With joyful hearts the people raise

An anthem for the King of kings.

Hosanna every child sings.

But oh what changes Jesus knew,

A traitor in his trusted few.

The scattered sheep denying him

In time of need, and fate so grim. 

The cries of praise and honor fade

As plans to kill the Christ are made.

Thirty silver coins the fare,

Of treason to a One so rare. 

The leaders stir the crowd toward blood

Shouts of, ”Crucify Him” flood

The court of Pilate coward lord,

Who right and justice left ignored.

He beat and scourged the innocent,

Attempting to their anger vent

Yet they demanded blood be shed

Their nemesis, at last, be dead.

And so He went to all dismay

The Via Dolorosa way,

To die upon that awful tree

For every sinner just like me.

In agony upon the wood

He spoke not as the others would,

But offered to forgive the wrong 

That all might to the good belong. 

And when He took His final breath

Accepting such a horrid death

The veil was torn so all could see

It’s true, the Son of God was He.  

Monday

A broken jar, a love outpoured. 

The cost of such an act ignored. 

To know and love the King of kings

More wealth and honor, service brings.

The house be filled with fine perfume,

A sweetness found in every room. 

For love’s aroma fills the air

If mercy and goodwill are there. 

Tuesday

One betrays, one denies

Nine others run away.

A Paltry sum of silver buys

The Son of God this day.

I see too often how I've been

Just like His chosen few.

A good game talked, but not one walked,

A coward on the crew.

Repent.  Man up, and do the right

When doing wrong is ease.

Be not afraid to face the fight,

When God alone you please.

Wednesday A

Betrayed in oh so many ways

Blinded by the murky haze

Help me to not a traitor be

When plans don’t line themselves with Thee.

Wednesday B

Dipped in the dish and given me,

How could this man through covers see?

I’ll force His hand to take control,

The time is ripe to reach the goal.

He doesn’t use His power well.

So easy, He could just compel

The  crowd’s to raise Him as their King, 

And power to our people bring.

He wastes His time on poor and lame,

There’s far more He was meant to gain.  

Such power could a victory win

And usher times of freedom in. 

He has no drive to get ahead

He cures the sick and raises dead. 

If He won’t change, My time is done. 

I’ll get my coins and then I’ll run. 

Thursday
Oh my Jesus there before me
washing feet of sinful men
Sinners all have gone before Thee
Sacrificing once again.

Theirs imperfect insufficient
Offered every year again
You the true and spotless victim
You the final Great Amen
 
Friday

First betrayed within a Garden,

Once again betrayed the King.

Here begins the path to pardon

Wickedness and evil's sting.

Struck the Shepherd, scattered sheep,

Denied the King of kings.

The band of evil-doers seek

Corrupt and heinous things.

Saturday

Recall the former days without Him.

Hope a far-off dream and dim.

Then He came, Divine enfleshing,

Every hope and dream refreshing.

Showing selfish greedy leaders

as the worthless bottom feeders.

Steeped in pride with wide phylacteries,

Nothing more than evil factories.

None before ere spoke as He, 

Such power and authority.

A welcoming to sinners all,

A loving and life-changing call.

But evil leaders had their way,

And snuffed this dawning light of day.

The Lamb of God, they scourged and crowned,

 And mocked Him as they gathered round

The Cross of Love, where lifted high

Our Jesus, Son of God would die.

Then placed a guard around the tomb

To guarantee His fateful doom.

And so this day we mourn about

The Light of Love that hate put out.

And wonder, will there ever be, 

Another brave and kind as He?