I look up and see a loving son,
who honored "His Father's will be done".
You did so
the day you were born from a blessed virgin mother's
womb, going forth knowing the scorn, the scourge, and
prick of the first thorn would be followed by the cross
and tomb.
I can only imagine your thoughts as a boy
while playing in what should be pure joy of the moment
always knowing the torment that you would one day have
to face and then say, "Father, unto thy hands I commend
my spirit."
The faith in me knows it had to be.
Yet, the father in me feels the heartbreaking strain
of a son enduring so much pain before his last breath
and earthly death.
Then I smile with thankful tears
for your brief glorious human years, as I think of you
rising from the dead after three days lying on the cold
stone bed.
My Lord, Jesus Christ... I look up and see
a loving son, who honored "His Father's will be done".
By David G. Bancroft
Founder/Owner
USA Patriotism!
Copyright 2005
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