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thin he would look
everyday with his
a respite place
this minister ordained
his wonderful day in our neighborhood
to the precious
and parents too
that would take the time for
one year after the firestorms
these were repeat images
ever so conscious
his mission the young
this short tribute
will miss your smile and gait
as you sing
it is another
wonderful day in the neighborhood
john m. starino
Rapier Rapids ©2005
Do You Love Me?
Standing there before the crowd
I spoke of God's own plan.
The thoughts and stories weren't so strange
still, the crowd got out of hand.
I spoke the words you yearned for then;
a love for God is needed.
A kingdom with the Lord is sure
if His word for you is heeded.
The Pharisees had shared a plot
against the things I'd said.
They didn't like the way I spoke.
They wanted Jesus dead!
Those who seemed My closest friends
were far away that day,
the one on whom I'd build My church
had lied and turned away.
I cannot really blame him much;
the plan was firmly set
when Peter stood and thrice said 'No'
the last day that we met.
I would not say the words they sought
I could not tell a lie,
I took the sins of all the world
with a twinkle in My eye.
They lashed Me with a whip of steel,
they knocked Me to the ground.
They spat and kicked My body there;
they gathered all around.
The crown I wore was made of thorns,
the blood did stain My face.
I couldn't turn away from God,
I knew about this place.
I knew the reason for My plight;
I saw it long before,
A peace was placed upon My heart.
I knew what lay in store.
My mother cried when I walked the street,
My friends were lined there, too.
I dragged the cross through streets of rock;
I knew My time was through.
I fell before I reached the hill...
The hill where I would die.
A man was pulled 'way from the crowd
his heart began to cry.
I walked alone to Calvary;
the place where I met God.
He held Me in His loving hand
just giving Me a nod.
The nails were driven through My hands,
the pain was oh, so great
Yet, never did I wonder if
I was not for this fate.
I knew My God and Father saw
the pain that I was in,
His heart was full of love for all,
'Good Riddance' to your sin.
I hung there high above the crowd;
My head fell to the side.
My mother knelt below My feet;
her head hung as she cried.
"Forgive them, Father," I said right then,
"They know not what they do."
I raised My head and praised the Lord,
His plan was sure and true.
My love for Man was proven there
amid the hate and pain,
My Father gave His only son
to free sin with blood's stain.
I want to know just who I am
that you can turn away,
Do you doubt My life, My death?
Am I alive today?
The truth is known within your heart;
A place where I should be.
I'll ask this question once again,
"My friend, do you love Me?"