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Duane W. Udd

About this Christian Poet:
Duane W. Udd has been writing "Message Poetry" off and on for four decades. His writings include articles for magazines and newspapers in which he has also had his poems published. He has also worked for a Public Relations Company and Advertising Agency as a Creativity Consultant. His first book, A Tale of Woe or Zimbabwe O Zimbabse (ISBN 0–1 3706–147–23), was published in Zimbabwe in 2001.

From 1982 to 2002, Duane and his wife, Carol, were based in Mutare, Zimbabwe. They have shared in a pastoral, Christian educational and counseling ministry as well as overseeing a wide-ranging ministry of evangelism and relief and were instrumental in the creation of the first Family Aids Counseling Trust in the nation of Zimbabwe. In times past, he has been Chairman of the Mutare Ministers' Fraternal and Mutare for Jesus, has served on the National Executive of the Evangelical Fellowship of Zimbabwe and led the group, Intercessors for Zimbabwe. They have four children, two granddaughters and one grandson who are all, at present, in the United States working or studying. Currently (until there is a regime change in Zimbabwe), they are ministering Stateside in a variety of ways. Duane still reaches into Zimbabwe through London on www.swradioafrica.com on Tuesdays with his program, "Different Points Of View", in which he regularly shares poetry and observations on Zimbabwe.

The Lord Was Led Away

From Caiaphas they led the Lord
     To Pilate's judgment hall
Whence justice might have been restored
     If Pilate had stood tall

But his weak will was bound to bend
     As pressure was applied
He sought to stay as Caesar's friend
     Clemency was denied

When Pilate found no fault in Him
     He failed to face the truth
Released Barabbas on a whim
     A man he deemed uncouth

Had Jesus scourged and put upon
     Mock crown and purple robe
Yet tactics he depended on
     Were pointless in his probe

No less than basin that he brought
     To wash his guilt away
Though with his conscience still he fought
     The mob outside held sway

Judgment fell down at Gabbatha
     They all cried crucify
He bore His cross to Golgotha
     This King condemned to die

Two others died on either side
     He did not die alone
Whilst one their shame and guilt decried
     The other's heart was stone

That choice remains for every man
     Who contemplates the cross
But those who spurn God's gracious plan
     Will know eternal loss

Copyright©2007 by Duane W. Udd