S U N D A Y S N I P P E T S # 2 4 2 A P R I L ' 9 5 Many thanks to a chap named Michael for supplying this poem suitable for the Good Friday season. ...NAILS... Rusted and discarded in the ground, this iron crusted nail, found. Laying still , this wooden ember, justly, we people still remember. Three wooden crosses, burn in the memories recount all the losses.... The hammer hit and pound driving the nails deeper rocks echo the sound. Mercy and tears from each side, The Man in the middle had nothing to hide. Three days two morn, Don't cry for me, I'll rise in the morning, you'll see. Gambling soldiers Roman you'll be looking for me, soon in two mornings... Bury me, deep in the Earth Bury me deep, you'll be witness to a new birth. For two thousand years people will say Jesus the answer he is the Way. (c) michael (POETMAN@cris.com) ******************* ******* ********** ******* ********** **** ****** ******* ********** ******* ********** ******* ********** ******* ********** ******************* [John 3:16] =============== --------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Sunday Snippets" is the trademark of G. MacKenzie Strickland. May be freely redistributed - Please forward to a friend. To have Sunday Snippets e-mailed each week to you directly, e-mail me: AB531@Cfn.cs.Dal.Ca --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Do yourself & your community a good turn: Go to church on Sunday. -------------------------------------------------------- file: /pub/resources/text/sunday.snippets: snip94-24.txt .