Curtains And Shrouds - Poem by Charles Karia
Call them to your holy presence,
Unless they desire not victory.
Remind them of the ancient curtain,
Torn asunder at your redeeming death
And tell them of the missing grace,
In those wilderness days of law.
No extreme is safe to anyone;
Shepherds will always have jobs,
And keep an eye on the flocks,
Now here is the covering riddle;
Do you replace the curtain, with-
Shrouds cleverly made by men?
Heaven's mantle is now upon you;
Resist prayerfully so that it remains.
Ostriches surely don't hatch doves.
Under Judaism priests Jesus sat,
Due time then came for his call,
Shroud he tore so as to reign.
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