With only one day left before Holy Thursday, local news on TV flashes people's travel preparations and plans of going to the provinces, visiting churches and and other private and solemn places where they could celebrate the Lenten Season. For this post, I’m featuring a poem I wrote in 2002, a silent personal soliloquy of grief for the utter deceitfulness of sin even before a man is born into this world. It embodies the sentiments of the Psalmist David as he acknowledges God's redeeming and renewing power through the Cross of Calvary where Christ shed His precious blood. I am also reminded of text messages sent by a friend a few years back that tell about the significance of Christ's death. "What's good about GOOD FRIDAY? Well, there'd be no CROWN-WEARERS in heaven had CHRIST not been the CROSS-BEARER on earth!" "Our faith can never have meaning even if we have CHRISTMAS. It only makes sense because of the EMPTY TOMB!...