I Look Up
by David G. Bancroft | 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". | |
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