Holy week is here. In keeping with the tradition of my blog,
here is a poem and prayer from my dad.
Have a beautiful and blessed Easter.
That day is fast approaching
There is no place to hide.
That day filled with your suffering
My tears well up inside.
It happened on a Friday
How can we call it good?
When you obeyed our Father’s way
Upon the cross of unyielding wood.
Now your cross is my cross
I feel your awful agony.
The thorns, the nails, the total loss
Upon that bitter tree.
But Jesus I must now recall
That you really died for me.
You gave your very life your all
To bring our Easter victory.
……Rockman, Lent 1994
Miss you Pops.