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Friday, 18 April 2014

He Was a Man


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!

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