TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE EASTER
by Roberta N. Tuthill
‘Twas the night before Easter, and there in the tomb
Lay the crucified Savior, wrapped like a cocoon,
But the darkness gave way as the Angel drew near,
And the guards fell like dead men, none lifting a spear.
With the stone rolled aside by the Angel’s strong arm,
The grave being empty gave the women alarm!
When they hastened to take the disciples the word,
They hardly believed the report that they heard!
They ran to the tomb and confirmed it was true,
But, being perplexed, didn’t know what to do!
As they gathered together much later that day,
Their hearts were made glad when they heard Jesus say:
“Peace be unto you; as my Father sent Me,
Even so send I you* over land, over sea,
To make more disciples and tell the Good News:
If they take Me as Savior, their sins I’ll excuse.”
Like the thief on the Cross who repented that day
Was accepted by Jesus, the Life, Truth and Way,
Even so can you enter the Paradise Gate –
Just accept His forgiveness; please, don’t wait too late!
–Roberta N. Tuthill, Copyright 08/16/2006
by Roberta N. Tuthill
It’s just a quick note with assurance of prayers
For divine intervention in all your affairs.
May all your concerns be dissolved by God’s grace,
So gen’rously tendered toward man’s sinful race!
Like a sonic device locates planes that are downed,
Assisting brave rescuers down on the ground
To locate the lost ones, though sight be impaired,
And bring them to safety, such precious lives spared!
Even so we walk now, by faith not by sight;
To our feet a Word-lamp…and to our path a light.
When suffering anguish, pain not understood,
It’s hard to know how God might work it for good.
Homing in on our faith, like a beam, Christ on high,
Reminding us always that He lingers nigh.
Faith’s “mustard seed,” small, yet so mighty to save,
Emits a strong signal, from land, or sea’s wave.
So prayers will continue, they’re based on His Word.
The promise of Jesus, by ailing ones heard,
Has not been rescinded, nor weakened in power,
Brings glory to God in this world’s darkened hour!
— Roberta N. Tuthill, Copyright 1/15/2009 1-3 pm
Dedicated to John W. Cooke, for whom it was given.