A Poem for the New Season

Listen here to my story, Of how we tell the Father's Glory
Through the Badlands Passion Play, The Gospel shared our own special way.

We're back again for year seventeen, So we, with you, can share our scene.
The Romans, Jews and Gentiles all, All over this wondrous stage do crawl
They come from far, they come from near, From different places, but one thing's clear;
They each have come to share with you, the story that split time in two.

Come one, come all to see our show, And with us make the Jordan flow,
The temple grand, behold it's splendour, The Virgin's love, so meek, so tender.

With Matthew and fair Magdalene, Step back in time to a lake serene,
When the storm tossed boat stood no chance, was somehow saved by the Saviour's glance,
And the storm was calmed by a single man, whom the clouds obeyed when he raised his hand.
And witness then up on a tree, the love God has for you and me.

Here for six days this July, come laugh, and sing, and dance and cry,
Come to Drumheller and join us then, the Year of our Lord, two thousand ten.
Encounter Christ in an authentic way, may you know him more, for this we pray.
And may you further know God's glory, when you here see the ageless story.

In reverent gladness,
JB