THE NIGHT OF NICODEMUS

Here I am: helpless, defeated, hopeless.In my night of doubt and despair,I look, down through the centuries,to Nicodemus of old, who in his nightwent to Jesus.

How I love that lonely, wisdom-seeking Pharisee;he brought my question to the Master.(I too am now old and scarred.)So I listen carefullyas Jesus instructs Nicodemus and mein the delicate art of regeneration.

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