Tuesday 7 January 2014

Lifted



Lifted up to the end
Led captive by the weak
Angry taunts carefully made
Curses ground in nails.

Fixed upon a patch of land
Pain and sorrow mingle
A mutilated promise hung
Consuming the flame of wisdom.

Watch the soul of grace expire
Power displayed revealed in wonder
Love saluted with surrendered passion
Transmuted in sovereign sacrifice.

(And as Moses lifted up the bronze snake on a pole in the wilderness, so the Son of Man must be lifted up, so that everyone who believes in him will have eternal life. – John 3:14-15)   
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5 comments:

  1. HisFireFlyTuesday, January 07, 2014

    our one true example
    passsion personified
    beautiful

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  2. MaryWednesday, January 08, 2014

    I especially appreciate the last stanza of this poem, Alan!
    Happy New Year to You!

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  3. Brian MillerWednesday, January 08, 2014

    nice....grace...and then his resurrection over coming death, unleashing something all the more powerful than what he could bring alive in human form...

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  4. Laurie KolpWednesday, January 08, 2014

    So powerful, Alan.

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  5. Sherry Blue SkyWednesday, January 08, 2014

    What a lovely line is "watch the soul of grace expire." This is a very beautiful testament of faith. Lovely to read.

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