Poetry
His love’s too wondrous to behold
A love that set me free
A love that led my Saviour to
His death at Calvary
Remember how they came to Him
With swords and staves that night
When in Gethsemane He prayed
These men in all their might
Betrayal by a Judas kiss
Bound like a common thief
They mocked and jeered and spat on Him
The silence of His grief
The crown made of Jerusalem thorns
Pressed deep into His flesh
His beard plucked out by sinful hands
The agony of His death
The thirty-nine stripes He received
His very bones laid bare
The awful thirst, His mouth so dry
The soldiers didn’t care
They stripped Him naked, shared His clothes
Cast lots to win His cloak
His face unrecognizable
What demons were evoked
Nailed to the cross, nails touching nerves
Excruciating pain
And yet He uttered no reproach
But bore our hurt and shame
Became our sin to set us free
And died that we might live
And even with His dying breath
Cried; Father, please forgive
Forgive them, for they know not what they do
He cried that day
And nature mourned while people laughed
The bright sun hid away
The Earth grew dark, rocks tore and fell
Man ran and hid away
The dead walked through Jerusalem
For Jesus died that day
The curtain in the temple rent
The holy place in sight
No longer was the glory there
They’d killed God’s perfect light
A sword was pierced into His side
And blood and water flowed
Sign of a broken hearted death
Such wondrous love bestowed
If I could give all that I have
It never could atone
For that which Jesus gave that day
To bring this lost sheep home
Myriad little raindrops
Glitter brightly in the sun
Little jewels on leaves and grass
Like diamonds every one
The clouds, gunmetal grey before
Are etched in silver snow
As sunbeams kiss them tenderly
And set them all aglow
And through the clouds, the azure sky
Peeps warmly from above
The birds fly up to greet her
And sing sweet songs of love
As I stand within my garden
In the early morning sun
I praise and thank You, Father
For a new day that’s begun
Love’s Victory
Jesus came from Heaven to set the captives free
The magi came to worship in deep humility
Even as a baby, he escaped satanic snare
And Rama mourned her babies for not one did Satan spare
Jesus read Isaiah’s prophesy and said it was fulfilled
Instead of joy at this great truth, deep hatred was instilled
Men picked up stones to stone Him, but He passed right through the throng
They rejected and accused Him though He had done no wrong
The Pharisees and Sadducees inspired by hellish needs
Sat plotting to destroy Christ as to hide their evil deeds
He stumbled, bloodied, weakened, ‘neath the cross He had to bear
As Hell’s armies watched in triumph and the world just did not care
The Jerusalem thorns that crowned Him, embedded in His skull
Were a mockery of His calling and were a gift from Hell
As the nails tore through His body when they nailed Him to the tree
Satan’s army celebrated their apparent victory
When the Father turned His eyes away from His beloved Son
The hordes of Hell were certain that the victory was won
Over eager, Satan pulled Him into the depths of Hell
Intent on keeping captive the One God loved so well
Unknowingly his evil fulfilled God’s perfect plan
Of offering once and for all God’s sacrificial Lamb
Jesus took the keys from Satan that the devil took from man
And the devil lost dominion as Jesus rose again
Satan trembled in frustration and his fury knew no end
Millions martyred through the ages because they would not bend
Wars and famines and diseases; genocide and countless more
Are results of Satan’s fury and his strategy of war
The devil’s time is growing shorter and his kingdom’s going to fall
God will judge him, his disciples and his army and one and all
Then the righteous in Christ Jesus, loved so unconditionally
Will live within a sinless world with Christ eternally
Don’t look at the face which is ravished by time
Or the hair which has faded to grey
Don’t look at the hands which are gnarled and red
or the limbs which hurt every day
Don’t look at the back which is stooped with age
Or the eyes which are no longer clear
Don’t look at the feet which shuffle along
Or the ears which can no longer hear
But look to the wisdom the years have wrought
The knowledge that will amaze
And look to the heart overflowing with love
And the spirit forever ablaze
The sun smiles on the wheat fields
Giving warmth to all the seeds
The clouds bring rain to water them
Supplying all their needs
The stalks appear in season
And reach toward the sun
Which draws them with its warmth and light
Until their work is done
At harvest time the reapers
With sickles in their hands
Gather up the golden wheat
That stands on fertile lands
Oh, Master of the harvest
In due season You’ll appear
To reap the golden fields of wheat
For which You paid so dear