Sheila's Dribs 'n Drabs

Risen Indeed What threatened us was promise And what we feared was hope. In the grave we laid him Left him then he rose. Do not fear  he whispered. Tell the world  he said Love to loveless given Risen from the dead. Now he gives us promise Hope instead of fear. In the grave our trials Were crushed.  The future’s here! He’s risen indeed!

Holy Saturday’s Planting Yellow in the green grass, suns Are lit, and, passing, Easter’s Son Has fit the crime to gift of Bread and wine. The Son-shine lifts, And yellow lions bend their heads to Him. I touch the yellow lion, see God’s Lion set me free.

Behold! Behold the wood— And cloth of purple dyed is slipped aside— Behold the cross on which he died. Behold the wood. And so I cry— I did not ask that he should die for me— And yet I weep And yet this vigil keep. Behold the wood. I am not good. I do not do the good I would And what I should not, do, Yet even with my woulds and shoulds and coulds He says I’m good enough— Behold the wood— For him to pay my price. So on that tree— Behold the wood— He died for me— Behold the wood— That I might be— Behold the wood— So much much more than me. Behold the wood. Behold—I will behold, And I will try. Behold, he dies. And he will rise.

Bread and Wine Bread and bitter herbs and oil Sponge was dipped in gall Wine with water smoothly blends While blood and water pour One of you betrays me, we All ask  Not I?  while each Betrays him when the end is near And each forgiven cries He’s risen; where am I to go from here?