The Jesus Gypsy

Tag: Easter

  • WAIT

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    Christine
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    a poem about suffering and what it means to W A I T what I wouldn’t give to rise from this window seat of longing and brave my way into the gray and through the gray to part the veil that obscures life from Light drown this sorrow in your river; crystal, to its verdant…

  • good friday

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    Christine
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    Good Friday Who am I, that you’d suffer and die That your innocent blood would let So that I’d be redeemed and now be free To be the person I am not yet The nails that pierced your hands and feet Were my sins you chose to bear Beaten and bruised on my behalf With…

  • good friday

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    Christine
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    Good Friday Who am I, that you’d suffer and die That your innocent blood would let So that I’d be redeemed and now be free To be the person I am not yet The nails that pierced your hands and feet Were my sins you chose to bear Beaten and bruised on my behalf With…

  • 40 days

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    Christine
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    Lent is still kind of new and confusing to me.  Every year when it arrives, I have to go google it and try to re-understand the history behind the custom so I can try to wrap my brain around it a little bit more.  I didn’t grow up in church, so I walked into this faith thing completely ignorant to the…