They gathered in that room yet one last time
Not knowing then how precious time might be
Until the hour had come to name the crime
And sentence You to die upon the tree.
And tell us now again what was so Good
That Friday when You left for kingdom come,
When crown of thorns and throne of splintered wood
Were hardly signs Your Father's will be done?
The Time for Your return seems overdue
While hopeless souls lose will to be set free.
So be our guest and tell us what to do,
While Faith remains in us who did not see.
But how can Heaven send that One who died
But Who, once risen, never left our side?
OK, your turn. The link for Sonnets for Dummies is still calling your name (See "Holy Sonnets for Holy Week"). I actually had to use the link for Special Dummies, but I'm sure you won't.
Bob Stephenson
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