Blood flows from a beaten, smitten corpse, hanging on an instrument of torture.

This One not taking life, but giving it through holy, precious blood.

That is righteousness, bought and paid for the ugliest and most sinister of us.

Complete payment for all. 

The victory over death has been accomplished.


Cleansing rain falls softly on an eager earth,

Thirsting for relief,

Longing for renewal and rebirth.

The tears of God bring respite for the dying soul,

He gave His only Son to fill a gaping hole,

The hole that widens every day,

When we forget to turn to Him and pray,

As branches dance and lightening fills the air,

I think of Him who takes away each care.

We see the need for God’s power to inspire us once again,

To cleanse our hearts and wash our dark souls in His refreshing rain.

When bruised and injured we do fall, before our Father’s throne
And look upon the lamb once slain for all sins to atone,
Our pain is nothing next to His, our wounds are all but naught.
The blood He shed, His torturous death were all with insult fraught,
But still the Son of God went forth in dignity and strength,
He took our place and bore the cross until His dying breath,
Three days went by. He shunned the grave and rose to life again.
He did this so I too could claim a life in heaven with Him.
Sweet Jesus you have walked the road that I deserved to go.
You did this oh so willingly and You knew just what to do
So when I’m feeling battered and pulled in many ways,
Remind me of the walk you took and please accept the praise.




As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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4 Responses to THE PASSOVER LAMB

  1. K.L. Hale says:

    Kathy, I’m amazed at how you capture words, feelings,…the essence of Christ. It takes me so long to come up with such words. Yours flow so beautifully and should be shared with the entire world! Oh how I wish all could read. The wood sculpture is stunning! You and Paul are such a gifted couple! God bless you. I know HIS power can cleanse up and inspire us, just as you. I will walk with praise too.

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    • says:

      You are much too kind, but I am happy that you enjoyed this post. When Paul was commissioned to do this piece a lot of problems occurred. They said Jesus looked too strong. Paul replied, “He’s carried me for all these years. He must be strong.” They didn’t like the palm trees at first. When he installed it, there was a blind woman who attended the opening. She softly ran her fingers over the carved wood and began to cry. She said, “This is my Savior.” Mission accomplished.

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  2. oneta hayes says:

    I sat here studying that sculpture before I saw that you and Paul had done it. In the face of what is about to happen, the eyes are still willing and ready.

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