JESUS, I BELIEVE YOU (Sonnet for The Son of Man)
by Marie Elena
Image credit: “Nail Pierced Hands of the Ultimate Superhero”
Conceived of virgin, launching life of strife.
In unpretentious setting, You were born.
You claimed to be The Way. The Truth. The Life.
Judged blasphemous, then kinged with crown of thorns.
They say a prophet goes unrecognized
In his or her own town … and this was You.
For there you were, distrusted and despised –
Not warranting the hatred that You drew.
Could they not see Your Father in Your face?
Were they not there to witness healing hands?
Were they not awed by one so full of grace?
Yet all was in accordance with Your plans.
My Jesus, I believe Your every word,
Which, only by Your grace, my ears have heard.
© Marie Elena Good, 2017
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Oh, Marie. Yes, our eyes see Him now despised and forsaken, but with the heart rendering joy that He suffered for our sins, our blinded sight.
Amen!
Beautiful ❤💜💛💙 It is AMAZING to me that he was despised. How? How could anyone witness such love and grace and miracles FIRST HAND and not see him for what he truly was
I know it. But that just seems to be the way it is, and I wonder if He was here today instead … would I know Him? Would I? I’m thankful it doesn’t really matter, because it’s only by His grace anyway, which He freely gives. ❤
I wonder too. Unfortunately, I think I would assume he was some crazy magician with a few screws loose. 😔
😀
Many people would like to have seen Jesus in person, but, like you, I wonder if I am better off seeing Him from today’s perspective.
P.S. I love you. 😉
I LOVE you MORE