'Twas in
a garden man first lost it all,
as evil
crept into the heart of Eve.
Yet, in
a garden You reversed the fall,
You sweated
blood in dark Gethsemane!
What passion
drove You to endure 'til death?
Such sacrifice,
Lord, for the likes of me?
No comfort
as You drew Your final breath,
as Father
turned from Son. . . Love's mystery!
And with
the righteousness of Your own blood
You purchased
life for sinners' victory!
Now resurrected,
"Rose of Sharon's Bud". . .
ascended
to the Father. . . “King of Kings”!
Oh Lord,
you are a perfect valentine!
Your love
is all the love I'll ever need.
I want to
tell the world that You are mine,
in every
word and thought and every deed.
Anne Bryant-Hamon
(c) Jan.
7, 1999