Can I Really Be Free? By: Maxine M. Enthusiastically he had participated in political riots… “Over throw Rome!!” had been his cry He’d taken lives in his zeal…now HE was condemned to die In a dim, damp, dismal prison he pondered his fate with a resigned sigh Tomorrow, during the Jew’s Passover Feast, the deed would be done Did fear grip his inner-being at evening’s setting sun? I’m sure sleep eluded him and at the roaster’s crowing, he knew the fatal day had begun Soon Roman soldiers arrived & dragged him from his cold pitiful cell The sun light hurt his eyes…suddenly the noise of the crowd began to swell “Barabbas, Barabbas!!” they were shouting…WHAT did it all mean, he couldn’t tell He saw a man standing BOUND on the platform above the crowd for all to see The man turned and looked at Barabbas...his eyes were warm & kind…love to the sincerest degree Then he heard Governor Pilate declare, “Set this ma...
My mom Maxine's original poems and prose to PRAISE God and to help bring others to the Saving Grace of Jesus Christ! Soon, and very Soon the Lord will call us who are saved to "Come up here" when His church will be Raptured. Personally, I can't wait!