REMEMBRANCE

 
Those words still ringing in his ears, he had claimed a priestly prize.
The kiss he placed on His Holy Face, was seen by soldiers' eyes.
Betrayal done, the silver paid, pieces for a traitor's plea,
Those words remembered still today,
"Do this in memory of Me."

The pillar's scourge, thorns long and sharp,
borrowed robes on His Body lie,
Heavy blows tear at His Flesh and Heart,
for our sins He was to die.
Against dark skies the innocent One must now pay the ultimate cost,
Redemption through the Blood of Christ, fulfilled on a wooden cross.
His Spirit Divine He willingly commends to His Father, in Heaven above,
His mother's arms surround Him, tears fall on her Gift of Love.

"He is not here," the young man cries, an empty tomb is all to see,
Death cannot hold our Saviour Christ, and knows not His Victory.

CHRIST IS RISEN FROM THE DEAD,
His Temple restored in three days,
CHRIST IS RISEN,
the chains of death cannot keep Him in the grave.

At the Father's Right Hand He sits in wait, the Father's work to be done,
Just as He ascends, so He shall return in Judgment. . . for everyone.

We joyfully hope and wait for You, Lord Jesus, our God and King,
In whom alone salvation is found and this, only You can bring.
While waiting we obey You, Lord, bow in awe of Your Victory,
And coming before You,  remember You say,
"Do this in memory of Me."

Written by:
Maureen P. Foley
© 1991
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