The Paschal Lamb

The Paschal Lamb

God’s blood is on the doorpost of my heart,
salvation poured out into my life.

The angel of Death flies overhead,
and I am invisible in the night.

Standing I eat unleavened bread
sent from heaven,
drink the wine of remembrance—
a supper of lamb.

I am marked by His redemption.
I eat no bitter herbs.
I taste joy.

c. Darlene Moore Berg



Filed under Easter, Religious

2 responses to “The Paschal Lamb

  1. Dear Darlene, Always good to see your posts. Thank you and Happy Easter, Ellen

  2. Love the ending:
    “I eat no bitter herbs
    I taste joy”

    Glad you had a joyful Easter.

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