Graceful Growth

Grime and grit, He stops and spits
Into our eyes
We wash each one, and see the sun
To our surprise

What love is poured out
In grace to each lout?
We are made clean of sin
By seeing His wounds and stepping within

Alone we are lost to freeze from frost
He warms gently
Downed disturbed, He weaves the word
We are made free

His blood poured out
To us is His shout
We are cleansed deep within
Gone to Our Lady neath her apron

Despite our disgrace
He grows from grace
Lily white lace
And a big embrace
For us to see His face

God bless,

>P<

Joshua Fahey

Happy Easter!

Happy Easter!

As this blog was started as a Lenten penance I had to make the decision to continue with this through the Easter Season or not. I have decided I will, I may not post everyday, but the blog should be updated at least twice a week. Thank you for visiting my blog through out Lent.

Jesus loves you!

God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey

Holy Saturday!

O Light, from darkness, save us
Jesus Christ our light, He came
But before He came to save us
The darkness willed to quell His flame

The sun did set and lonesome followers
Mourning, then despair attacks within
But before the darkness claimed us
He rose so that new life could begin

God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey

Good Friday

Pray for tormentors
That they know not what they do
Father forgive them

Pray for family
Behold your mother, your son
Father in heaven

Pray to our father
And they give me vinegar
Now it is finished



God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey

Holy Thursday!

Preparing for the Passover
Lamb, bread, and wine
A feast of the divine

Relaying wisdom to be relived
He who would be first must be a slave
This is how I have come to save

Calling God to consecrate
Bread to body, wine to blood
Saving us, mere Breath in mud

Sadly seeing sorrowful pain
He warned Peter of denial
And Judas of betrayal

Willing yet woeful wandering
Accepted a father's will and cup
Agonizing after His last sup

God bless,

>P<

Joshua Fahey

Fourteenth Station

Jesus is buried.

God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey

Thirteenth Station

Jesus is taken down from the cross.

"Woman behold your son."
His last words to her still echoing in her ears she sees His dead body.

"Son behold your mother"
His words call to us as we stand at the cross, as we witness our mother's grief.

God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey