Here’s the second set of that 1997 blank verse composition, rendered for Easter music.
How many of us know those words by heart?
did I say? Yes, that’s the right theme
For Sunday morning church. But do we not,
At times, lost in daily races with rats
And jobs and kids and work and play, forget
To feel our hearts? To sense the spirit pulse?
And how are we moved this Easter morning?
Does Calv’ry’s luminescent truth outshine
The brightest pastel shades of Easter dress?
Rather should arrows of dire conviction
Strike fast in our dull, dispassionate hearts,
Yet even those hardly as rusted spikes,
Formed more for us and our unworthiness,
So cruelly pierced the Saviour’s hands and feet
That grim day on lonely Golgotha’s crest.
The sanguine flow melting into the sand
There at the foot of the old rugged cross
Spelled “paid in full,” by the blood that was shed–
Love’s truth indelible, written in red.