Upon a hill so dark and high, The Savior hung beneath the sky. No robe of gold, no royal thread— A crown of thorns upon His head.
The crowd grew still, the sky turned gray, As heaven watched love poured away. His hands were pierced, His side was torn, For every soul that would be born.
No angels came to lift Him down, No earthly throne, no victor’s crown— Yet in that stillness, mercy cried, And hope was born the day He died.
He bore our shame, He took our place, He looked with love into disgrace. Each drop of blood, each ragged breath, A path of life through gates of death.
And though we mourn this sacred loss, We do not weep without the cross. For Sunday dawns with glory bright— From death shall rise the Lord of Light.
So kneel today where shadows fall, And hear His voice—He died for all. The darkest day the world had known Became the day love overthrown… Was crowned the King upon His throne.
Upon the night so still, so deep, Before the world would wake or weep, He knelt, the King, with basin wide, And washed the feet of those beside.
No throne of gold, no crown to wear, But love poured out in servant care. The hands that shaped the stars above Now wiped the dust with holy love.
He broke the bread, He raised the cup, “This is My body—drink it up. Remember Me in all you do, My covenant, poured out for you.”
The shadows crept, the hour grew late, The Lamb would bear the sinner’s fate. Yet in that room so dimly lit, Divine compassion brightly lit.
“A new command,” He gently said, “Love one another in My stead. Not just in word, but in the way You serve, you give, you kneel, you pray.”
And so this night, with hearts made pure, We walk the path where Christ was sure. From towel to table, cross to grave, We bless the One who came to save.
For His Honor and Glory MarkWaldrop
Jhn 13:12 When he had finished washing their feet, he put on his clothes and returned to his place. "Do you understand what I have done for you?" he asked them. Jhn 13:13 "You call me 'Teacher' and 'Lord,' and rightly so, for that is what I am. Jhn 13:14 Now that I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also should wash one another's feet. Jhn 13:15 I have set you an example that you should do as I have done for you. Jhn 13:16 Very truly I tell you, no servant is greater than his master, nor is a messenger greater than the one who sent him. Jhn 13:17 Now that you know these things, you will be blessed if you do them.
The streets were lined with waving palms, Hosannas rose in joyful psalms. The King rode in on borrowed steed, To fill the world’s most urgent need.
On Monday’s path, He cleansed the place, Where hearts had strayed from holy grace. With righteous fire, He cast out wrong His truth like thunder, clear and strong.
By Tuesday’s sun, He taught once more, Of Heaven’s gate and mercy’s door. The crowds grew still, the shadows near, Yet still He spoke, though death drew near.
On Wednesday, silence cloaked the land, Betrayal stirred in greed’s dark hand. A kiss was planned, a coin was paid, The Son of Man by friend betrayed.
Then Thursday came, the upper room, A basin, bread, and coming gloom. He broke the loaf, He blessed the cup, And knelt to wash—then lifted up.
In midnight’s hush, in garden deep, While others fled or fell to sleep, He bore the weight, the crushing dread “Thy will, not mine,” is what He said.
Friday’s sky turned black with grief, The Lamb was slain, the thief found belief. The veil was torn, the earth did shake The curse of sin began to break.
On Saturday, the world stood still, The tomb was sealed upon the hill. Hope seemed lost, all dreams undone Yet silence waited for the Son.
Then Sunday’s dawn lit up the skies, The stone rolled back, the dead did rise! No grave could hold, no seal contain The Risen Lord who broke all chains.
So every step of Holy Week Speaks to the soul of love we seek. From palms to cross, from death to rise Redemption’s gift before our eyes.
For His Honor and Glory MarkWaldrop
Mat 21:9 And the multitudes that went before, and that followed, cried, saying, Hosanna to the Son of David: Blessed is he that cometh in the name of the Lord; Hosanna in the highest.
The sun rose soft on Vatican stone, Where faithful gathered, hearts full-blown. Palm branches waved through morning light, A sacred sign, a hopeful sight.
Then came a hush—a breath held tight, As robes appeared in gleaming white. A figure known, with steps still slow, But eyes alight with Heaven’s glow.
Pope Francis came through trial and flame, From breathless dark, he rose again. With double storm within his chest, He leaned on God, found strength and rest.
No screen today, no distant call But soul standing tall before them all. A shepherd brave, a soul restored, He blessed the crowd and praised the Lord.
A Palm Sunday no one foresaw A glimpse of grace, a breath of awe. For in his smile, the faithful see God’s mercy meet with victory.
It’s April Fools’ Day—don’t be led astray, Believe nothing you hear, in no kind of way. Trust no fisherman, with tales long and bold, Their stories grow taller each time they’re told.
Today is a jest, but so is the year, Deception and laughter walk hand in hand here. Just like any other day, truth wears a disguise, With a wink in its eye and mischief that flies.
So laugh at the lies, and cherish the jest, For sometimes the fibs are simply the best. But if someone says they caught “one this big,”— Just smile and nod… and call out their gig.
The Man in the middle made a difference that day
When I turned my head hearing Him say
Forgive them, Father; they know not what they do
You gave them your Love, and they crucified you
I turned my head. He heard me say
Father, forgive me today
Hearing Him reply My son; you will be with Me in Paradise as you pray
Luk 23:34 Jesus said, "Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing."
Luk 23:42 Then he said, "Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom."
Luk 23:43 Jesus answered him, "Truly I tell you, today you will be with me in paradise."
April 1, 2023
MarkWaldrop
