He was lifted
Upon the cruel cross of Calvary
At a place named Golgotha
To pay an unfathomable price
For sins and pains, small and great.

But first
Angels heralded His miraculous birth
In a manger with cattle lowing
Where His mother Mary welcomed
Gentle shepherds and gifting wise men.

Then He grew
As a child nurtured by a guardian father
Growing by grace, precept, love
Increasing in wisdom, stature, favor
Yet always about His Father’s business.

And He lived
Walking in service, kneeling in healing
Ministering, teaching, and leading
Lifting in love, inviting each to do likewise
To come and follow Him.

Then He knelt
Praying in a garden called Gethsemane
Angel ministering, the cup not passing
Shedding great drops of precious blood
Doing not His will but the Father’s.

Then He rose
Triumphant on the third day
Angels heralding His empty tomb
Witnesses proclaiming, then and now
The eternal truth that He lives.

Because of Him
We live today, to serve and to love
To rise from sorrow and pain
Resolute in comforted knowledge
No goodbye will last forever.

– Les Patterson

Thoughts of inspiration come in many forms, and may be expressed in many ways. The collection of stories, essays, and poetry shared under Red Edge Perspective represents some of my personal efforts to Gain The Red Edge through creative expression. Thanks for letting me share.