A poem about Jesus and HIS great sacrifice |
Lying there Not on HIS knees But prostrate on the ground WAS Jesus Open to all Animals, elements All things there were Yet HE lay exposed Communing with HIS Father While HE still could Not wanting the agony That was offered HIM. Not the humiliation that Pained Jesus Not the unavoidable physical pain Not the faithless disciples Hiding in the dark Nor HIS people Willing to accept HIS death. The agony was separation The distance sin brings. Jesus, alone in the garden Still had HIS Father there. The Father slumbers not But is always there. HE does not sleep But IS aware of Jesus. Jesus knew HE would lose Communion with the Father. Worse than any torture Jesus was utterly alone. The cross allows no hope Only a prolonged torture. By accepting sin, holding it To HIMSELF, Jesus denied HIMSELF The succor, eternal Of HIS Father's presence Done willingly When I wonder why Why does God love me? How can HE love me? I am wretched and weak. Briefly, so WAS Jesus. Savior, Lord, only Son Anointed One Human, yet divine, I only know this thing Jesus surrendered all Alone and wretched HE rescued me Inexplicable to me, This sacrifice Shows I am loved. God IS amazing. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jesus IS eternal and therefore, ancient. HE IS omniscient and always knew HE would die for us Buried inside, Jesus knew Dying for us meant separation From the Father. Before we ever existed Jesus knew HE would choose Separation Before we felt this, Jesus knew. |