OK, so technically, we’re in the third week of April. Bear with me here, because I’m running a tad behind (between pregnancy brain and mothering a toddler, this Momma-Bear is tired!), and anyway, you can’t rush art! Here’s a collection of poems and lyrics for my second National Poetry Month installment, appropriately themed for Holy Week and Easter 🙂 Enjoy!
A CHILD
A child; the portrait of God,
Innocent, peaceful, and wise in simplicity.
A child; the portrait of how God intended mankind to be,
Before the fall, before death, before evil corrupted our hearts.
A child; the ideal of the Lord,
Joyful, content, trusting, imaginative, and wise in simplicity.
GOOD FRIDAY
I love my Great Redeemer
Because He first loved me
I love the One who died
And rose to set me free.
My sin, my sin, my Savior took
And hung upon a tree,
Amazing love! How can it be
That Jesus died for me?
Upon the cross He showed great love
Yet sorrow at His death,
“Oh, why have you forsaken me,
My God?” was His last breath.
The earth then shook, the curtain tore,
The dead rose from the grave,
And to this day we marvel at
The Life who died to save.
His evident divinity
The soldier then expressed,
“This man was the Son of God,
Surely,” he confessed.
And then they put Him in the tomb
Good Friday, mind it well;
The day before the day before
That Heaven conquered Hell.
My sin, my sin, my Savior took
And hung upon a tree,
Amazing love! How can it be
That Jesus died for me?
EASTER EGGS
Sweet bright eyes
Sweet bright smiles
Green grass, tiny feet;
See them run for,
See them search for,
Hidden treats to eat.
Hear the gasps
The gleeful squeals
Pink, violet, gold, and blue
“If you don’t find
Enough eggs, then
I’ll share mine with you.”
Now they’re sitting
Counting eggs from
Baskets made of straw
And every time
They open one
They gasp in joy-filled awe!
JOURNEY TO THE CENTER OF THE EARTH
Lyrics by Jennifer Grassman for Orisonata
Come let us explore the chasms of the deep
Through the fiery dark; a journey to the center of the earth
My heart is fading fast (Down! Delve deeper!)
A search into the past my origins lie
Time presses on and presses back
Into the light, into the blackness
Dawn turns to dusk and fades away
Into the night, into our origins
Through the darkened veil
We see ourselves emerge
Not as angels bright, but monsters mutant, foolish and godless.
The sun is fading fast (Death! Delve deeper!)
Our fate lies in the past our origins lie!
And we fear that God lied to us
When He told us He was real
Time presses on and presses back
Into the light, into the blackness
Dawn turns to dusk and fades away
Into the night, into our origins.
All poems written by Jennifer Grassman, April, 2014.
