By David Williams The The Crossroad An eagle soaring in the mist makes my heart sing The road was hard, no turning back, for joy. The way ordained by mighty God. They fly so high they touch the feet of angels will, not mine’ was all He said, ‘Your gathered there. As humbly down that path He trod. golden cloaks drifting. Strong voices ringing clear remind us of our Lord The that cheered Him once with palms above. Began to shout for Him to die, Who came to heal and save They chose Barabbas in his stead and gave to all his love. And with one voice cried ‘Crucify!’ My heart so longs to feel the glory, Between two thieves on either side that rush of wind that makes hearts quake with They put to death the Prince of Life. fear, One cried for help, the other cursed - the gentleness of feathers touching hands held out The first was promised Paradise. for forgiveness. This promise now is for us all: The Lord is with everyone, inside the soul, Christ gave His life to set us free. waiting and waiting for the word to come. The Cross divides, it always will - Be still and listen and you will hear him calling The question is: what side are we? deep within. By Ann Pearce By Megan Carter Saint of the Month Richard of Chichester (1197-1253) - 3rd April Wanting God more clearly, dearly and nearly
By David Williams The An eagle soaring in the mist makes my heart sing for joy. They fly so high they touch the feet of angels gathered there. golden cloaks drifting. Strong voices ringing clear remind us of our Lord above. Who came to heal and save and gave to all his love. My heart so longs to feel the glory, that rush of wind that makes hearts quake with fear, the gentleness of feathers touching hands held out for forgiveness. The Lord is with everyone, inside the soul, waiting and waiting for the word to come. Be still and listen and you will hear him calling deep within. By Ann Pearce The Crossroad The road was hard, no turning back, The way ordained by mighty God. ‘Your will, not mine’ was all He said, As humbly down that path He trod. The that cheered Him once with palms Began to shout for Him to die, They chose Barabbas in his stead And with one voice cried ‘Crucify!’ Between two thieves on either side They put to death the Prince of Life. One cried for help, the other cursed - The first was promised Paradise. This promise now is for us all: Christ gave His life to set us free. The Cross divides, it always will - The question is: what side are we? By Megan Carter Saint of the Month Richard of Chichester (1197-1253) - 3rd April Wanting God more clearly, dearly and nearly