Passover

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