Friday, April 14, 2006

poem: Thorns and Scarlet

This is a reprint of a poem I posted here but it's long since been buried in the archives. You are in for a treat. I consider this one of the best poems I've ever written.

Good Friday

Thorns and Scarlet
Out of slavery, out of sin, out of Egypt, enter in.
You our God and You our stay, You our Savior light the way.
Blood of lambs upon our door, that the wrath of God won't pour
On our homes, but rather save, redeem us when we were a slave.

And then You came and taught in love, the glories of the One above.
You came rebuked, reproved, and taught, and wept with sorrow as You sought
All the lost, too numb too feel; show them love that You may heal
Their hurts and failings of the past, as You put death to death at last.

So thorns and scarlet wrap around, You let Your hands and wrists be bound,
Beaten, spat on, mocked that day, the Son of God our crimes did pay.
I cannot fathom love that fierce, love that would His own hands pierce.
God let His anger fall on His Son, until He cried out, "It is done!"

All glory to God and God alone, the God who loved and did atone
For things that we should have to pay, but for us in love did lay
Down His life that we may live, through the Son He did forgive
All we've caused, pain and strife, and gave instead eternal life!

(With thanks to Shantyman magazine for the title.)

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Brad said...

All Glory!Honor!Praise!Blessing!Worship!Holiness! Be unto Him who stooped down soo very very low low to give life to His own. Those such as we who deserve His contempt and indignation.

=-) Lord Be with you and Bless you Always. May He guide you unto His life through that perfect, faultless sacrifice.

Brad said...

Happy Easter and May His resurrection be your life!