Interviews & Podcasts
Videos and podcasts featuring Cheryl Swope
This is the poem Cheryl shares in the interview:
by Michelle Swope
See yon man, bowed and bent.
See Him laid, yon crucifix.
Pipes are played, a hymn is sung,
Now that hour is sundown.
Wine in cup, and blood on tree,
Hunger for the rosary.
What Christ has done for you, for me,
Pains He shed, bread borne for thee.
The old man bowed under the Law,
Born under cross and curse.
But this Man – who knew no sin
Knew the pain, strikes and marks sin would bring.
Justice came and paid the cost,
For those He came; He saved us all.
He did what justice demanded,
All paid for our release!
This Man’s body broken by sin,
Broken by judgment we stand chagrined
(to bear upon ourselves yet groaning,
to beg for God’s tender mercy).
The lash He suffered once for all
and to His Father obeyed His call.
Judgment exchanged for Peace.
This old man lies stiff and old,
Soon twill be but dead and old.
In mercy he shall rise to the skies
In God’s banquet hall, Everlasting Life.
- by Michelle Lynn Swope
(You can find Michelle's poetry books on this website in Books.)