John 20:6-7 then Simon Peter came, following him (John), and went into the tomb; and he saw the linen cloths lying there, and the handkerchief that had been around His head, not lying with the linen cloths but folded together in a place by itself.
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Custom dictated that when people reclined at table, they would always have a napkin. If someone rose from table but intended to return, he would fold his napkin and leave it at his place. However if he was not intending to return, he would crumple his napkin and leave it at his place.
When the disciples found the linens in which Jesus was wrapped, the napkin used to cover the face of Jesus was folded by itself. The message? I AM RETURNING!
All praise to our Risen Lord, He is risen! He is here! He came back!
THE BRIDGE
On the brink of eternity, life’s treasures spent
A chasm of guilt at their feet
Their backs bent and burdened by choices they’d made
No avenues left for retreat
Abortion. The word burns like fire in her soul
Thirty years could not deaden the sting
Of laughter not heard, fairy tales never told
Lullabies that she never would sing
Alcohol. Echos of warnings ignored.
If you’re going to drink, please do not drive
Had he taken the time to heed their advice
That child might still be alive
Adultery. Regret. bitter sorrow and tears
If only she’d not given in
He’d forgiven her yes, but look at the pain
That was caused because of her sin
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On a hill called Golgotha construction begins
As the life’s breath of heaven stands still
Three nails and one tree are all that are used
According to God’s Holy Will
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On the brink of forever, the canyon of guilt
Loomed before them with no way around
Their lives spent and worthless, all hope was gone
When suddenly they heard a sound
The gates of eternity trembled and shook
The earth groaned in urgent reply
And behold, before them God’s Son appeared
On a bridge that split open the sky
“Though your sins be as scarlet, they’ll be white as snow
If you’ll come by the way I’ve prepared
The Father is waiting to welcome you in
Not a resource in heaven was spared”
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There’s a chasm of sin, which no man can cross
And it stands between heaven and me
But God built a bridge at the hands of His Son
It was made with three nails and one tree
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© Sharon Coleman 2015
WOW! this is a powerful poem. Love it and thank you for sharing. I think I need a book of all your poems. ♥
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Sharon,
Poignantly beautiful. Thank you for sharing.
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