Leslie Rummel Poetry 

Your word is my lamp for my feet, a light for my path. Psalm 119:105
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My beloved child… I am your Father; Maker of Heaven and Earth; And as your Lord, establishes All of creation’s worth! Everything that is crafted With the power of my hand, Has its purpose for existence And is part of my Master Plan! The mountains and the seas; The sky so vast and blue Are gifts that I give freely Because of my love for you! And I create each one of you Despite what people assume; Knitting each precious human life Within the mother’s womb!  But people are accepting lies; And are blinded by deception; Believing that life does not begin At the moment of conception The day shall come when blind men see And challenge what is heard; Then wisdom and knowledge will find its home Through the power of My Word! For I create all perfect things And this, I know, is true; The greatest day I ever made Was the day I created you! © 2016 Leslie Ann Rummel
In a desperate state of panic; From the crowd I shouted, “Why?” The priests said, “Crucify Him!” Officials yelled the same reply! In my bitterness I questioned, “God, how can this be?” I felt an anger surge inside - Like a fire consuming me! I begged, “Don’t let them kill my Son In this God-forsaken place!” The guards strip and scourge Him And they spit upon His face! They try to steal His dignity With their searing, ruthless scorn; And pierce His tender head With a twisted crown of thorns A purple robe is thrown on Him More taunting then ensues; They try to make a fool of Him Yelling, “Hail, King of the Jews!” “Have mercy now! Please let Him go! Let me hold Him in my arms; Let me hide Him from this brutal place That brings Yeshua harm! Abba, please come quickly now Reveal Your mighty hand; Stop these foolish people They do not understand! Blood is flowing down His brow; My body shakes in fear; Why is this world unjustly cruel To One who is so dear? I’m caught up in the frenzy Down this dirty, wretched path; Tainted with the wickedness Of evil, human wrath So weary on this cursed road That robs men of his breath; This endless, rugged hill I trudge Reeks of ruthless death! I look beyond the mob; My heavy eyes can see; More of Herod’s merciless men Wait in authority? How could they be so cruel To Kill a man, adored? Do they know the One they’ll crucify Is the Chosen One, the Lord? They cast His body to the ground; Oh God, is this the plan? They hammer rusty nails Through his tender feet and hands! I hear the whaling of His voice In my sinking sense of loss; They raise Him from the dusty ground And hang Him on a cross! A haunting silence now remains Have the powers of Hell now won? Does Satan whisper in the ears Of those who mock my Son? My knees give way and I collapse; My precious Son is slain! I cry out to the heavens, “God, from this, what will they gain?” My beloved one stands by my side In despair and misery; Yeshua speaks some final words To comfort John and me He looks up to the Heavens And cries, begrudgingly, Saying, “Eloi, Eloi, Lama Sabachthami!” The world does not deserve the love Revealed upon His face; Yeshua gives His life up now In the perfect moment of grace! The Earth begins to tremble As if to bring the world great scorn; And then my ears behold the sound Of a curtain being torn! In the midst of mass confusion The people freeze in fear; The Holy Spirit lets me know That the Kingdom of God is near! As the Mother of the Son of God I know the Father’s will; And stand in awe of what is done Prophecy fulfilled! January, 2012 Leslie Ann Rummel

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