Passover by Lily Adams

As I sit with only a candle burning,
Looking up above
I see the clouds rolling like a grey mist
Bringing its rain to the earth.
The sky is not yet dark nor stormy
Looking just grey mingled with
A patch of blue scattered
Oh so frugally amongst the grey,
A reminder there are yet blue
Skies to be seen,
But for now it is rain
Looking above is like looking at
A reflection of one's life
The storms, the good days and
The time to just pour out.
But this night is not like any other.
This is Passover.
Yes, this is the High Holy day
God Himself has given us.
It is a day of deliverance
From slavery, to sin, to self.
It is indeed an appropriate night
With the rain coming down
Cleansing the earth.
My glass of wine remembrance
Of God's Passover Lamb, His Son.
Yes, I remember.
I shall not forget.
My soul is full of sorrow.
Tears come easily,
But my heart is full of hope,
Like patches of blue in the sky.
There is for me a Lamb.
There is for me life.
There is for me freedom,
Because there is for me a God
Who see's,
Who know's
Who understands
and above all
Who loves.
Thank you Father
For your Lamb Jesus.
Who on this night
Poured out His blood
Over the door post of my soul.
And I was passed over from
Eternal death.
I am free to know
Free to understand
And most of all free
To love You.     Always.