Observations

Many remember the disgraceful parade
The Hill and the thieves
The strange cry at departure
And they called it done
And they called it weak
And they called it misguided.
But I arose
King David’s words
Rejoiced in me
The angels collected with welcome
The Father’s embrace
Warmed these Cross-stretched arms
Finished…accomplished…no loose ends
And I am seated
In Heavenly places
With full realization of
Conditions of my flock
They bleat and I see
They struggle with the everyday
And I relate
Commiserate, compassionate
Congratulate
Lights that shine
In a darkening world
A declining world
Father and I work out
The response, the reward,
The rescue, the recompense
And yes, there is the return.
Another procession
Another parade
But this one all victory
All vitalizing, vindicating
Just as promised.
In unfailing Word.