Month: April 2015

‘Easter’ by George Herbert

Faith Unlocked

Rise, heart, thy lord is risen. Sing his praise
Without delays,
Who takes thee by the hand, that thou likewise
With him may’st rise:
That, as his death calcinèd thee to dust,
His life may make thee gold, and, much more, just.

Awake, my lute, and struggle for thy part
With all thy art,
The cross taught all wood to resound his name
Who bore the same.
His stretchèd sinews taught all strings what key
Is best to celebrate this most high day.

Consort, both heart and lute, and twist a song
Pleasant and long;
Or, since all music is but three parts vied
And multiplied
Oh let thy blessèd Spirit bear a part,
And make up our defects with his sweet art.

– George Herbert

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Passover Lamb

Pass over me and mine
O spectre of death
The Lamb gave of Himself
His blood shields my life
As the scourge marked His body
So He has marked me forever
My debt is fully settled
My life dearly purchased
My soul given up to eternity
Beyond the end of days
So pass over and stay away
You serve no duty in this place
Leave us to break bread in peace
Share wine in solemn remembrance
Breathe life in our thanks
Giving all glory to Him

Holy Week – Maundy Thursday – Mark 14:12-50

Faith Unlocked

On the first day of the Festival of Unleavened Bread,
when it was customary to sacrifice the Passover lamb,
Jesus’ disciples asked him,
“Where do you want us to go and make preparations for you to eat the Passover?”
So he sent two of his disciples, telling them,
“Go into the city, and a man carrying a jar of water will meet you.
Follow him.
Say to the owner of the house he enters,
‘The Teacher asks: Where is my guest room,
where I may eat the Passover with my disciples?’
He will show you a large room upstairs, furnished and ready.
Make preparations for us there.”
The disciples left, went into the city
and found things just as Jesus had told them.
So they prepared the Passover.
When evening came, Jesus arrived with the Twelve.
While they were reclining at the table eating, he said,
“Truly I tell you…

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She Did What She Could

She broke the nard’s jar,
And she perfumed his head;
She did a beautiful thing,
Did as much as she could;
She prepared Him for burial,
And in the next days,
That scent fought the stench
Of betrayal, and of blood,
Of despair, and Calvary’s gore;
The aroma changed that atmosphere
Of a death which changed this world
And wherever the gospel is preached
What she did has been told

– inspired by Matthew 26:6–13