Category: Luke

On a morn when the stone was rolled wide,
With spices and hope by their side,
They found not a trace,
Of the One in that place,
For He had risen, in glory and pride.

In a garden where sorrow did swell,
A man prayed in anguish, foretelling the spell.
With a kiss he was sold,
Then the story unfolds,
As he bore all our sins, love’s tale to compel.

In a town where the crowds gathered round,
A humble young donkey was found.
With joy they proclaimed,
As the Savior was named,
“Blessed is He, let His glory abound!”

In a land where the lost sheep roam,
A father waits by his humble home.
With love that won’t cease,
He seeks out the peace,
And welcomes each wayward heart home.

In a vineyard where fruit should abound,
A gardener searched all around.
“Just give it more time,
With care, it will climb,
Or else it’ll soon hit the ground.”

A fox in the fields did conspire,
While a prophet faced trials much dire.
With hearts full of woe,
He longed for them so,
Yet they turned from the truth to retire.

In the wild, where temptations abound,
A figure in fasting was found.
With three tests to face,
He stood firm in His grace,
And in triumph, true strength did resound.

On a boat in a tempest so wild,
The disciples were anxious and riled.
But their Master stood tall,
Calmed the storm with a call,
And their fears were suddenly filed.

In a crowd where the hopeful convene,
He spoke of the blessings unseen.
“Blessed are those who weep,
For their joy they will reap,
And the humble shall rise like a dream.”

But woe to the proud and the vain,
Who seek only fortune and gain.
For their laughter will fade,
In the shadows they’ve made,
While the meek find true peace in the pain.

By the shore where the fishermen toiled,
With nets cast wide, their hopes almost spoiled,
A voice called from the sea,
“Come and follow me,”
And their lives in new purpose were coiled.