Wind

 

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Blow through me

Again, my Love,

Your instrument,

Your flute

Make me

make music again...

Play me for the world

One last beautiful song

That turns their mourning

Into Dance

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Isaiah 61: 1-3

The Third Day IS Coming...

 

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The crowd had dissipated

With the disciples hopes

Thousands of had-been believers

Up in smoke

The overflowing stadium emptied

The over-rated throngs withdrew

The jig was up

Game Over...

... Thus Began

The eternal three days,

As most Real stories do,

In Ashes

And in the Still Small Voice of the second day,

In that comparative silence,

Destiny had been decided

Despite appearances

For Beauty was brewing

About to bloom and burst forth

Unbeknownst to any

Unwitnessed by any

Save one...

... The Summit of Time

The Sublime Moment

Would not be seen by millions

But by Mary,

A hooker turned fisher of men

(Gotta love God's sense of irony,

Redemption in a nutshell right there)

God would wait

Till the masses had melted away

To whisper His secret to one

No fanfare

No pretense

(Truth needs not these fineries)

But in an atmosphere of

Utter Anticlimax

And the anonymity of the grave,

The stone would roll away....

Just because the crowd is gone,

The lights are turned off,

The door is locked

-tell-tale signs of the second day-

Don't suppose the show is over...

...It may not even have begun.

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"My ways are higher than your ways,

My thoughts are higher than your thoughts...

Though the vision tarries, wait for it, it will surely come...

For I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord, plans for peace and not evil, to prosper you, not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."

-Isaiah 55:9, Habakkuk 2:3, Jeremiah 29:11

Barabbus

      

"This day I call the heavens and the earth as witnesses against you, 

that I have set before you life and death, blessings and curses,

Now choose life"

-Deuteronomy 30:19

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Poised on the brink of Choice:

Life or Death

Birthright or Bowl of soup

Blessing or Curse

Hanging in the balance...

...Heaven halts and holds its breath

As again the familiar scene plays out

Man wielding the Fearsome Weapon of Free Will

The consequences of which

Have been unleashed

Unmercifully

onto

Mankind,

A piece of fruit from a forbidden tree

A road not taken

An Ishmael

The terrible tension

The tears of Time Immemorial

The Anguished Cry

The worlds watch, 

Weeping

While with a glad hand

We forfeit freedom

And once again

Choose

Barabbas

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"Choose this day whom you will serve."

-Joshua 24:15