Thursday, 5 April 2012

Blood in the Garden

Dark night of the soul
Lonely night of the mind
Cruel night for the body
Friends left behind

Through the Spirit’s eyes
You saw pits of hell
Your life’s blood surrendered
as innocence fell

Poured out your life
as an offering
for human redemption
the Perfect Ones’ suffering

and You groaned in the presence
of what was to come
sweated blood for salvation
toiled to carry us home

May each drop raise to glory
the ones who have said
There is no other Lord than he
whose sweat was stained red

copyright  Josephine Collett 30/9/2010

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