Power of Prayer

Everyday I ask God to let me go
Guess he don't want that
Still here
I can't work, so food is scarce
Headaches won't go away
Every week someone comes to check on me
Today is was someone young
Don't think she ever saw a beat up soldier like me
She cleaned, made dinner, and then prayed
They always pray
I silently listen
She was different
She felt what she was praying and clung to her beads like it was a life jacket
She left but the beads stayed
I only knew the first two words of the prayers
But those words seemed to make all the pain go away

An Easter People

We are an Easter people
Praises to God fall from our lips
Yes, there is destruction and heartache
Hunger and despair
Yet, as Easter people we are always looking to God
Hope never leaves our hearts

Alleluia

Alleluia! Alleluia!
For He who died on the cross
Is Risen
Alleluia!

Empty Tomb

I came to bring lilies
I came to bring oil
I came to weep
The stone has been removed
All that is left is his burial shroud
Where have they taken my Lord?

Washing my Feet

I had been walking for days
My heels were laced with blood
Pain, my friend never left me
Worse than the pain was stench
Yet, you smiled and washed my feet
It was the kindest act anyone has showed me

Spy Wednesday

Oh the wicked things we do for a few coins
Is it our fault, really?
We are told money is good and will solve problems
But will you have salvation?
Perhaps you should ask Judas Iscariot

Beast of Burden

No person of honor would ride on you
Beast of burden is your job description
Until that fateful day, your only job was to carry items from market to market
Then a gentle man appeared
He had a task for you like no other
You were to be his steed through the gates
It was a perfect job
For a day you got to feel like a horse
It wasn't until that gentle man hung on the Cross that his identity was revealed
King of kings