As I gaze out of my window I see
each new morning a fresh bloom greeting me.
With its purple trumpets clarion call
proclaiming joy and peace to one and all.
Love took the cup
and drank it up.
It's empty now for me.
Love turns mere water into wine
and earthly things become divine.
It swallows hurt and hatred up
and sweetens every bitter cup.
He spoke words much stronger than those of death.
as He died and breathed out His final breath
Words of forgiveness, words of loving care,
as He hung upon the cross in agony there.
I looked into the mirror today
and I just did not know what to say.
For the person looking back at me
was the man I had turned out to be.