It is calvary in the night's
Time awaits when morning shall,
and wonders if it will ever show up
Then hence comes Death
ringing at the doorbell of life.
And brings its' own
and its own darkness dressed in black.
For it is in Death that no harvest
ever blooms to yield full beauty
in its bounty...
and there exists malice with anger,
condemnation and misery,
and abomination done
unto the utmost severity.
It molests the very existence of life
with the taunting mockery of its own
Death, oh grimful Death.
Of fire and brimstone,
and burn-in-hell death.
Hear thou the cries of the children,
of the children of men.
Please, oh please.
Do so kindly yield unto their babylonian cries of the ages...
of their children,
and their children's children.
Tell them to weep and wail not.
For the graying time of winter
Turns into the brilliance of summer.
and so does the fading autumn
bloom unto Spring.
Thou must harken thy way onward,
Though thou thinkest thyself
ageless, thou are aging, Death.
For the newborn, Life, is fast
drawing thy last breath.
And putting color into a world that
only black and shades of gray,
To make the truth a brilliant
gold, and turn night into day!
Dear God, when things seem most dark and bleak, as it did on the hill of Calvary long ago, keep the spark of hope in our lives and souls for the resurrection of life with you everlasting. Help us to feel in our hearts that peace that passes all understanding even in times when we cry out in despair. For we know that Jesus Christ will reign within us throughout all the days of our lives, and the Lord's day is coming when all night will be as day.
In the name of Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior, we pray, Amen
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