Poem: In the stillness of the dawn
by Brad Thiessen
(written on a beach in Kenya, August, 1993)
In the stillness of the dawn
I see my Lord is coming.
His gentle face is tired and drawn
From the burdens of our sinning. . . .
His form is torn and tattered,
And blood drips from his pores,
Yet with his life he's shattered
The devil's ranks in scores.
His eyes are full of mercy,
His heart is full of love,
And by his death he split the veil
That we might see God's face,
And in his death we all can hail
The Lord and learn to know his grace.
Poem: The King who came to die
by Neil Klassen
He rides on through the fickle crowd,
Their palm fronds high, their cheering loud.
On borrowed colt He hears their praise
And weeps within. Not many days
Shall pass until, with tempers high,
This same crowd yells, "Let's crucify.
He's not our King. We're Caesar's men."
As these words tumble from my pen,
I pause to think: We're no less bent
When shifting crowds move our intent
Away from giving our best try
To heed the King Who Came to Die.
Poem: One More Little Red Wagon
by Lorna Tatomir
Grace is the grease in the Gravity of Life
Prayer's the wheels on the wagon
Faith is the handle
that pulls us up the hill
Hope is the belief it goes down
Trust is the cart they all rest on
Love is what keeps it all going
And Red is the blood that saved the day
of one more little red wagon.
Brad Thiessen passed away Aug. 30, 1996, of cancer, on his 23rd birthday. Neil Klassen is pastor of Pemberton (B.C.) Christian Fellowship. Lorna Tatomir lives in Abbotsford, B.C.