RENEE’ B. DRUMMOND-BROWN

RENEE’ DRUMMOND-BROWN

CRUCIFY HIM!

I handed ‘You’ over at Calvary;

I pierced your side,

I nailed your hands and feet,

I threw my rock and hid my hands

I too yelled CRUCIFY THIS MAN; without understanding the words I said

I was there at Calvary

I watched you bleed from your side hands and feet

I watched you suffer on that tree so meek

I heard you say

“Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do” (Luke 23: 34 KJV)

I cast the lot and I stole your cloths too

Your Father never left ‘Y‘OUR’ side; God was there ‘TWO’ and the Holy Spirit made ‘THREE’

I was there; if only in my dreams

Father Forgive me;

For I knew not what I did!

Yeah, I cast my rocks,

Hid my hands

If honest; I too yelled: CRUCIFY HIM!

Even thou it’s merely a dream

Father Forgive me please

For I knew not what I did (to the Son of Man)!

Dedicated to: Forgiveness

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IS IT I LORD?

“The Son of man goeth as it is written of him:

but woe unto that man by who the Son of man is betrayed!

It had been good for that man if he had not been born.”

(Matthew 26: 24 KJV)

Was it I Lord that did not conform?  

Again my child; “It had been good for that man if he had not been born.”

And ‘your’ cock crowed that Morn!

“Then Judas, which betrayed him, answered and said, Master, is it I?

He said unto him, Thou hast said.”

(Matthew 26: 25 KJV)

Whew, thank God it was Judas, and not I Lord, ‘cause’ I too was running scared!

Shame on Judas’s disloyalty in handing You over to them!

Come again?

Like Judas; you attempt to deceive Me, and let Me down my friend.

Yet, I still stick closer to you than a brother until ‘your’ bitter end.

And ‘your’ cock crowed again!

It’s not I Lord, because I love you or haven’t you heard?

Come again?

How can you say you love Me and your heart doesn’t even know my Word?

It’s not I Lord, who lets you down from time to time,

Come again?

Ecclesiastics 3 have no reason, nor place for this rhyme.

Unlike Judas I would protect you Lord, with my life until the bitter end,

Come again?

You won’t even give Me thirty pieces of silver in your tithes and offerings my friend!

Like Judas, ‘your’ cock crows thrice at ‘your’ transparent sins!

Is it I Lord?

You tell Me; my friend,

I’ve walked on water; Raise the dead, Fed Judas at The last Supper,

And was still betrayed,

Even your cock crows thrice; knowing what the ‘Word’ says!

‘It is you’ that refuses to be fed!

A B.A.D. Poem

Dedicated to: The Last Supper

Note* While in Kenya, Africa I couldn’t help but notice how often the Rooster’s would crow, reminding me of Peter denying the Father three times, but those roosters also made me cogitate of Judas in these three passages: John 13: 27, Luke 22: 48, and Matthew 26: 23 which made this Scripture about Peter clear “Jesus said unto him, Verily I say unto thee, That this night, before the cock crow, thou shalt deny me thrice.” (Matthew 26: 34 KJV) Like Peter and Judas we have all turned our backs and denied Him! 

THANK YOU FATHER!

“For God so loved the world,

That he gave his only begotten Son,

That whosoever believeth in him should not perish,

But have everlasting life.”

(John 3: 16 KJV)

Thank you Father for ‘Your’ ultimate Sacrifice,

Thank you Father for the Atonement of ‘YOUR SON’S BLOOD’ on that night,

Thank you Father for being ‘The Light’ of all light,

Thank you Father for making the darkness shine so bright,

Thank you Father for going on before us in those battles that we must fight,

Thank you Father for removing all misery and strife,

Thank you Father for breathing into our nostrils the breath of pure life,

Thank you Father for all Husbands, family children and wives,

Thank you Father for teaching us that we don’t have to die twice,

Thank you Father for ‘Your’ Saving Grace, not once, twice, but more than thrice,

Thank you Father for forgiveness in allowing us over and over and over again to get it right,

Thank you Father for elevating us to ‘Your’ higher heights,

Thank you Father for not abandoning us within our plight,

Thank you Father for paying ‘our’ ultimate price,

THANK YOU FATHER,

“For God so loved the world,

That he gave his only begotten Son,

That whosoever believeth in him should not perish,

But have everlasting life.”

(John 3: 16 KJV)

Thank you Father for ‘Your’ only begotten Son which is:

None other than, JESUS THE CHRIST!!!

THANK YOU FATHER!

Dedicated to: The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

A B.A.D. Poem

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RENEE’ B. DRUMMOND-BROWN

RENEE’DRUMMOND-BROWN, is an accomplished poetess with experience in creative writing. She is a graduate of Geneva College of Western Pennsylvania. Renee’ is still in pursuit of excellence towards her mark for higher education. She is working on her sixth book and has numerous works published globally which can be seen in cubm.org/news, KWEE Magazine, Leaves of Ink, Raven Cage Poetry and Prose Ezine, Realistic Poetry International, Scarlet Leaf Publishing House, SickLit Magazine, The Metro Gazette Publishing Company, Inc., Tuck, and Whispers Magazine just to name a few. Civil Rights Activist, Ms. Rutha Mae Harris, Original Freedom Singer of the Civil Rights Movement, was responsible for having Drummond-Brown’s very first poem published in the Metro Gazette Publishing Company, Inc., in Albany, GA. Renee’ also has poetry published in several anthologies and honorable mentions to her credit in variouswriting outlets. Renee’ won and/or placed in several poetry contests globally and her books are eligible for nomination for a Black Book award in Southampton County Virginia. She was Poet of the Month 2017, Winner in the Our Poetry Archives and prestigious Potpourri Poets/Artists Writing Community in the past year. She has even graced the cover of KWEE Magazine in the month of May, 2016. Her love for creative writing is undoubtedly displayed through her very unique style and her work solidifies her as a force to be reckoned with in the literary world of poetry. Renee’ is inspired by non-other than Dr. Maya Angelou, because of her, Renee’ posits “StillIwrite, I write, and I’ll write!”