Reflection of Glory

The Lord stepped His gentle foot on the earth
Knowing full well the task that laid ahead.
God and human-like, entering this world by birth,
Laying in a stable on a straw mattress bed.
Did anyone imagine Him one day rising from the dead?

Raised by a carpenter like his very own son,
This story was only beginning--there is much more.
Later on, His life-changing ministry had begun.
He spoke words that no one around could ignore.
Did anyone imagine what His life had in store?

Miracles were seen and heard during His outreach.
Some were in awe of His presence so mild and kind;
Others were captivated by the way He would preach.
With the goal to restore sight to the spiritually blind,
Did they really believe He was here to save mankind?

Then the time came that He was to die on the cross--
A terrible death that would make anyone's skin crawl.
Appearing to be the end, a final and eternal loss.
Was this the last chapter buried behind a stone wall?
Did anyone really think that He would again stand tall?

Three days past. Sure enough the tomb was empty.
Before too long this word of hope had spread.
He conquered the grave; to death He holds the key.
Forgiveness is ours because His blood was shed.
And like He said, He did it, He rose from the dead!

SirPatrick

Filled with many protruding slivers,
Frightening is the pain it delivers.
Iron spikes driven to hold a man,
Affliction is the number one plan.
An awful instrument of death,
It takes away life and breath.
Slowly carrying the spirit away,
Horrendous defines this display.
Picturing this being put to use
Paints images of evil not truce.
The thought brings fear to mind,
Clear visions of a hideous kind.

A holy man experienced this pain.
The time came when he was slain.
God allowed such things to be done
Knowing a battle would be won.
His closest friends questioned why;
They never wanted to say good-bye.
This man knew the true commission.
He was guided by God's ambition.
Restoring a relationship once lost,
A kinship we once had and tossed.
Death of a blameless was the price,
Paid for only once, not twice.
A sacrificial gift for you and me,
So we can live with Him eternally.

SirPatrick