Through the dark night in the garden,
To the kangaroo courts
Through the abuses and scorns
To the cross
Through the darkness of the tomb
To a new morning tomorow
Through suffering and death,
To life and a whole new world
My lord and my god, my soul cries to thee!
The poem below is dedicated to Bishop Tom Wright who never fail to impress me with the newness of resurrected life; and to my dearest friends, Leon, Joshua, Dave, Jan, JP, JR, Agora, YACHT - you made life bearable this side of heaven.
Will you? Lent 2007 ending with Good Friday and Easter
Will you go to Gethsamane
And tear with a lonely figure there?
Will you keep him company,
Will you his bitter cup share?
Will you make his sorrow yours
As he your sorrow bears?
Will you stay a lil' more
To pray with him and trust his pray'r?
Will you go down Jerusalem's street,
And trail him along that bloody road?
Will you follow your Saviour meek
And take his burden and his yoke?
Will you go to Calvary's mont
And behold there the throne of love?
Will you silence your scornful taunt
And look at the dying One above?
Will you go to the garden tomb
Where the soldiers' vigil kept?
There the shadow of the boulder loomed
Where the sacred angels wept.
There a body cold and still,
The Giver of Life met with Death;
There the world's madness and endless ills
Was laid to peaceful quiet rest.
Will you rise to a new morn
And rush through the land still dark with gloom?
To the mercy seat the cherubs adorned,
In god's Sabbath resting room.
There, will you greet the world's true light
That shines through darkness deep;
And see Creation aflame with life
Refreshed by god's loving Speech.
O' wipe your tears and turn around
And behold Mary's beloved Gardener;
Who has healed and blessed the ground
No more sweat and tears, thorns and thistles.
