After Luke 24:1-12
That little word,
must,
as in he must
be handed over,
he must be
sacrificed,
he must rise
on the third day.
He must.
Not by the will
of men, not by
the force of
history, not by
fate. He must,
by necessity,
divine necessity,
necessity ordained
before creation
of the world,
a necessity
known before
anything was,
because he knew.
Photograph by James via Unsplash. Used with permission.
Some Friday Readings
Poems by Australian poet Kevin Hart – D.S. Martin at Kingdom Poets.
“Draw Me Nearer (I Am Thine, O Lord),” hymn by Fanny Crosby – Anthony Esolen at Word & Song.
I’m Angry and Sad and I DO Know What I’M Going to Do About It – S.D. Smith.
Life Is Not for the Faint of Heart (But God Is) – Seth Lewis.
Walking with a Friend Through Chronic Illness – Staci Eastin.

1 comment:
This poem truly touched me so deeply. Thank you, Glynn!
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