The Hangman by Maurice Ogden Stanza 1 Into our town the Hangman came, smelling of gold and blood and flame. And he paced our bricks with a diffident air. And built his frame on the courthouse square. The scaffold stood by the courthouse side, only as wide as the door was wide; a frame as… Continue reading The Hangman
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Poetry link
For those of you that like poetry… Here is a very good site.
I am not
An old school plagiarist
Stealing all that I write
From this life
Obvious to those
Cursed with sight
Funny how I still
Know nothing despite
The writings on the wall
And the many scribbles
In the stalls
Bumping into other thieves
Busy at their theft
Rolling up their sleeves
All of us trying to take a bow
For something we were presented
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An awesome poem…
We numb what we hate to crucify,
In fear we can’t be free.
To kill the sin seems unjustified,
Scared to lose identity,
I ignore what’s killing me.
Fear to Crucify
We numb what we hate to crucify,
In fear we can’t be free.
To kill the sin seems unjustified,
Scared to lose identity,
I ignore what’s killing me.
The sin within must never prosper,
Fed through vices sheepishly,
The death of Christ revealed to sinners,
God’s judgment of sin to see –
The cost of depravity.
Bruised and broken,
He hung for me,
Love unspoken,
Death…sets… me… free.
As the incarnate Word gives up His Ghost,
He sends another to my side,
He too is God who convicts selfish boasts,
Hanging sin on my whipping post.
My sin must accept its bitter passion,
For Christ out-loves my harmful rebellion.
Now that the Father has drawn me near,
I dare crucify sin without fear.
©2012 by Chris Clody 4/10/2012
How does the following verse speak to you?
“Knowing this, that our old man is crucified with Him, that…
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