BITTERSWEET
We spent a few short years with him.
We got to know him well.
We ate and drank and laughed and spoke
until the day he fell…
bittersweet is friendship
the story that we tell.
We doubted him, we trusted him
and watched his wondrous deeds.
With simple love his greatest gift
he bowed to meet our needs…
bittersweet the thorns he bore
God’s rose amidst the weeds.
We shared our travels on the road
in towns and by the sea.
He quieted the storms inside
and on the Sea of Galilee..
bittersweet the rescue
to drowning men set free.
We loved him with a mortal love
the love of man to man
were ripped asunder, left bereft
as he worked his father’s plan…
bittersweet the parting cross
we did not understand.
His death, eternal friendship
his resurrection guaranteed
that though we part but briefly
our love’s in his eternity…
so bitter was his parting
so sweet the victory!
RMH 1991