April 22, 2011

every year

Black cloth replaces royal purple, heavy and dark.  The simple sight of it causes my heart to quiver.
Those arms of the cross, stretched out east and west, have supported far more... thick nails, Jesus, the sins of the world.   

The tears comes as the story is told, again.  I see vivid scenes flash before my heart and it breaks me. 
Year after year, the story remains unchanged... like Him.

But in the course of a year, my story has changed.  Travelled uphill and down.  I have cried and laid my heart at the foot of the cross, and I have declared my life is only for Him.  But I have also taken up my own wants and cares and bundled them around my heart, so tightly that I am sure even Jesus cannot seep in. 

Of course, why would He want to?  
When I desire His words, see the Bible next to me within reach, and choose not to pick it up. 
When I forgo falling to my knees and instead rush a prayer as I am flying out the door to catch up with my own agenda. 
When I utter words that are the opposite of uplifting.

And yet... He never wavers from the path, He never leaves me behind.
Year after year, the story remains unchanged... like Him. 
But every year... it changes me.

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He walked the dirty streets famous for nothing.
He said “come follow me” and they came.
A face like all the rest, but something was different.
The Son of God would lead the way.

And soon they all would say.

There He goes - a hero, A savior to the world.
Here He stands with scars in His hands.
With love He gave His life so we could be free.
The Savior of the world.



Busy Bee Suz said...

Beautifully put Dawn. Wishing you and your family a blessed Easter.

Richella Parham said...

Sweet Dawn. . .

You know, of course, that your name sums up the Easter story? The dawn that mattered more than any other. . . the sunrise when they found that the stone was rolled away. That's what shines in you. That's what I think of every time I see your name. Dawn with a capital D. That's you. "Christ in you, the hope of glory."

Thank you for shining so brightly, sweet friend.

Southern Gal said...

Who could possibly add anything after Richella's comment? I won't even try.

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