Holy Week

The stillness of the deep was shattered by
a proclamation. Law now wed to grace
and irony has made the feast’s supply.
The banquet set, as merry ’round the place
each guest is brought to dance. Entranced by zeal,
each twist is now revealed by lens and scope
so rich of hue. And through this lavish meal
his greatest pain became my greatest hope.
A fellowship exists where once our hate grew strong.
Our mournful dirge becomes a wedding hymn;
sweet joy, it punctuates each line of song.
Rejoicing carries on, no light is dim.
Though daily cares and worries bind me down
This joy is mine, for thorns became a crown.


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