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Inspired by the work of Andrew Roycroft (pastor and poet from Northern Ireland), I am attempting to offer Lenten poems in the style of medieval poets writing thirty-three poems, each thirty-three words long; one word for each year of Jesus' life.  Collectively, they serve as commentary on the life of Jesus, focusing on His final week.  Blessings. XII Passion Week - Thursday Morning As any morn beckoned another new day. I think likely He began to pray. Hero that morning by night evil's prey. But evil's plan God would disarray. Evil's murder scheme Grace swept away. 

Inspired by the work of Andrew Roycroft (pastor and poet from Northern Ireland), I am attempting to offer Lenten poems in the style of medieval poets writing thirty-three poems, each thirty-three words long; one word for each year of Jesus' life.  Collectively, they serve as commentary on the life of Jesus, focusing on His final week.  Blessings. “ I will not leave you as orphans; I will come to you. Before long, the world will not see me anymore, but you will see me. Because I live, you also will live. On that day you will realize that I am in my Father, and you are in me, and I am in you. ” ( John 14:18–20 , NIV) XI Passion Week - Thursday, The Upper Room How do you say farewell to others? How to say  you'll share no summers? How to spare the grief to mothers? Teach God's trust, sacrifice for others, gift the Spirit, make them brothers.

Inspired by the work of Andrew Roycroft (pastor and poet from Northern Ireland), I am attempting to offer Lenten poems in the style of medieval poets writing thirty-three poems, each thirty-three words long; one word for each year of Jesus' life.  Collectively, they serve as commentary on the life of Jesus, focusing on His final week.  Blessings.    “ 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. “You call me ‘Teacher’ and ‘Lord,’ and rightly so, for that is what I am. Now that I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also should wash one another’s feet. I have set you an example that you should do as I have done for you. Very truly I tell you, no servant is greater than his master, nor is a messenger greater than the one who sent him. Now that you know these things, you will be blessed if you do them. “I am not referring to all of you; I kno...

Inspired by the work of Andrew Roycroft (pastor and poet from Northern Ireland), I am attempting to offer Lenten poems in the style of medieval poets writing thirty-three poems, each thirty-three words long; one word for each year of Jesus' life.  Collectively, they serve as commentary on the life of Jesus, focusing on His final week.  Blessings. IX Passion Week - Thursday, The Upper Room The night was a time for festivity. A banquet table - mirth, laughter and vivacity. Friends, brothers truly, young, full of vitality. Thirteeen brethren pledged. Two in contraposition. One, trust pillaged. One, humanity's redemption.

Inspired by the work of Andrew Roycroft (pastor and poet from Northern Ireland), I am attempting to offer Lenten poems in the style of medieval poets writing thirty-three poems, each thirty-three words long; one word for each year of Jesus' life.  Collectively, they serve as commentary on the life of Jesus, focusing on His final week.  Blessings. VIII Passion Week - Thursday One last foray into piety's honored stronghold. That storied day, the betrayer's kiss sold. From Jerusalem's environs you would not retire. Once darkness fell, the murderers conspire to bring about corrupt hearts' desire.

Inspired by the work of Andrew Roycroft (pastor and poet from Northern Ireland), I am attempting to offer Lenten poems in the style of medieval poets writing thirty-three poems, each thirty-three words long; one word for each year of Jesus' life.  Collectively, they serve as commentary on the life of Jesus, focusing on His final week.  Blessings. VII Passion Week, Wednesday, the Day of Silence Even in silence, in quiescence, you speak. Jerusalem drained you, Bethany renewed your spirit. From one...oppostion, the other...loving devotion. Before your sacrifice, friendship beckoned you to loving comfort love, your quest.

Inspired by the work of Andrew Roycroft (pastor and poet from Northern Ireland), I am attempting to offer Lenten poems in the style of medieval poets writing thirty-three poems, each thirty-three words long; one word for each year of Jesus' life.  Collectively, they serve as commentary on the life of Jesus, focusing on His final week.  Blessings.    “ Then the righteous will answer him, saying, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you drink? And when did we see you a stranger and welcome you, or naked and clothe you? And when did we see you sick or in prison and visit you?’ And the King will answer them, ‘Truly, I say to you, as you did it to one of the least of these my brothers, you did it to me.’ ” ( Matthew 25:37–40 , ESV)   VI Death was near, yet you continued discipling. You taught of The Day's great winnowing. Sheep and goats represented faith's great divide. Sifted from grace were...