Poem: “Rising”


Guilty, condemned,
Innocent of all,
Now with this cross I fall.

Mother, Simon,
Veronica gone,
Now uphill I tread on .

Cut, Torn,
Stripped, nailed,
Now forgiving I will not fail.

Hold, Behold,
Mother, son.
Now, Father, Thy will be done.

Kingdom, Glory,
Cross, crown,
Now to sleep I lay me down.

Love lives,
Death dies.
Now enlivened I arise.

Copyright © 2015 Guy McClung

Guy McClung is a granddad who loves his children and grandchildren, and as a Patent Attorney helps people develop inventions. He lives in San Antonio Texas with his wife Karen who has stayed with him for 41+ years.