Poetry - ASHES OF JOY

Ashes Of Joy - by Randall Nelsen

How does a Man find Joy in Ashes?

Or Sunlight in the Shade of Darkened Hours?

How do we wipe away the Falling Tears

When each Drop is the Rain of Sorrow?

How do we Remain Unchanged

When each day is Stained with Pain?

And our heart not become a Bitter Taste most Sour.

Is not the Fragrance Spread

In the Crushed Petals of a Flower

For like a Rose Crowned with Thorns

He wore my Sin, and Pain,

He scorned the shame,

And took the Blame

And Still Remained Unchanged, the Same

 In the Likeness of a Flower

Whose Leaves were Crushed and Bright Red Gush?

Poured out such a Mighty Power

My Tears he Bled and Sorrows Shed

To find their Greater Worth

The Aroma of Salvation Spread

As each Teardrop Touched the Earth.