At this solemn time when we are gently reminded once against of what the Saviour did for us, I would like to share a poem to observe the season.
Jesus
He was a Man
Youthful, loving, strong.
He did not seek the pain,
The crush of thorns
On His noble, godly brow.
He was a Man
With mangled, whip-lashed back
The one whose soul is pure
Endured our lack:
Our burdens, shame and guilt.
He was a Man
Whose bloodied, nail-ripped hands
Had healed, guided, taught,
And loved each one
Though wretched, heartsick, lost.
He was a Man
The cup He did not spurn,
Though mocked by maddened crowds
Broken, bleeding torn
Hung on a cursed cross.
He is our God
Weighed down by all our sins
He carried so much blame
To set us free
Forgiving through it all.
Oh Victory!
From a splendid throne he rules
With power to set men free
From Satan's bonds so cruel
The Resurrected King!
Marilyn Friesen
