Passion of the Christ
By: Wilona Riva
Disclaimer: Humanity and the Bible belong to God. The Passion of the Christ belongs to Mel Gibson.
Author's Note: After watching Mel Gibson's "Passion of the Christ" I wrote these poems while in tears. The crucifixion was a horrible necessity. We have fallen far from God and only Jesus can bridge the Gap. A little side note: I rarely use punctuation in my poems, but this one has it.
Upon My Return
Anger as sharp as jagged thorns
Sorrow as deep as gloomy Sheol
I do nothing on my own-
Except what I have seen My Father do.
The time will come when I must judge all:
Angels, men-living and dead.
In the Valley of Jehosophat, I will gather the nations unto me.
Sheep to the right, goats to the left,
One-fourth of the world's remaining population;
Seventy-five to the Thousand Year Reign.
In the Valley of Decision, justice will be meted out.
The Mount of Olives claved in twain.
The Easter Gate is open.
The Holy City, Jerusalem, is exalted in My sight.
Joy as far-seeking as the highest heavens,
Love as deep as My Father's heart,
I AM WHO I AM.