Richard Merrell

Rookie - 0 Points (17/07/1949 / SYDNEY)

Mystery - Poem by Richard Merrell

The Rood is foolish folly
When considered by man's mind;
But I shall boast in Calvary's tree
For God's wisdom there I find.

Now God, took what was foolish
A Rood, a cold dark Tomb,
He took death and the grave
And made of them a womb.
For Christians should not fear death
Nor the corruption of the grave
Because God reversed it's purpose
In the Christ who rose to save.

And so each night I ponder
As I lay upon my bed
The greatest of all mysteries
To sleep in the Christ, be dead.
Now what I've said seems foolish
And some will say 'He's mad'

I long to fall asleep in the Christ
For the gospel's news is glad!

Colossians 2: 2,3


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 14, 2012



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