Who is bold enough to step into the heart of the Father,
And experience His agony as He gives up His beloved Son
For the return of His prodigal son and his seed?
Who is strong enough, to take in that wrenching pain
It took to forsake a suffering Son…hanging, bleeding, dying?
I’m told he’s been sold,
Lost his soul to the cold.
He wishes he could be saved,
Find his place and be graced.
I usually put out free verse poems, but sorry to disappoint you today, this is going to be something different.
For a long time, I’d been at a level of faith (belief), that for convenience, I’ll call the ‘intellectual level’. I believe everything in the Bible is true and inspired by the Spirit of God. I know all the miracles – and there are some really blatantly epic ones – and most of the stories by heart. But they just didn’t seem or feel like they would apply or happen to me…couldn’t really accept that they could happen to me (just for the record, I don’t particularly look forward to wrestling with a lion, or surviving living with a bunch of starving lions, or killing a thousand men with the jawbone of an ass, or commanding the entire universe to stand still…this one would actually be really cool, but it’s not about being cool).
“Nothing is truly free, some things are just priceless…which makes them practically free, no matter how much you pay for them.” – Makafui.
It arouses conflicting emotions in me
When I realize that it was necessary
To set aside a day to acknowledge and appreciate you
When it should really be done each day
…so I am sad, and I am glad.
“There are lessons we learn, not from personal experience, but by a sublime blend of keen observation, humble study, and divine empathy.” – Makafui.