Hope you all enjoy these. I wrote them about a week ago - it was what I was feeling at the time. Just to let it be known, I don't usually use rhyme in my poems.
Fathomless
By: John Michael A
It is hard to imagine
the depth of Pure Love.
How can we fathom
the compelling reason
the Creator of every
star, planet, and galaxy
would leave His heavenly Throne
and the company of angels
to come and live amongst man.
He came to a world
full of darkness, evil, and pain.
He came and gave Himself
to the wrath of His creation.
With barely a thought,
He could have swept His enemies
from existence - but He didn't.
He submitted Himself
to every strike, curse, and jeer.
He offered Himself in our stead.
Every murderer, rapist, and betrayer-
Every liar, gossiper, and thief-
Every atheist, pagan, and satanist-
Every sinner was on His mind
as each nail was struck.
Every blasphemer was on His heart
as the spear pierced His flesh.
Never once did He lift a guarding hand-
Never once did He speak a killing word-
Never once did He call His heavenly hosts-
That, is just a glimpse of Love.
That, is just a glimmer of Mercy.
How can we fathom such Innocence?
How can we understand such Compassion?
Behind the Veil
By: John Michael A
There aren't any words
in the tongues of men
that justly describe
the Lord of All.
Somehow all fall short
by miles, fathoms, and years.
It is impossible to conceive
that such a powerful, perfect Creator
would have any desire for us.
It is impervious to understand
that our very weakness
is what draws Him to us.
Even though our very nature
flies against Him at all sides,
He still picks up every fallen-
holds every broken-hearted-
comforts every fearful soul-
carries every beaten life-
whether the receiver realizes it or not.
He catches every tear
shed in the dark of night.
He soothes every heartache
kept in secret chambers.
He holds every hand lost
and leads them safely home.
The Sacrifice
By: John Michael A
Beaten for our failure.
Scourged for our wickedness.
Purged for our crime.
Tortured for our filth.
Slaughtered for our judgment.
Innocence was beaten.
Purity was scourged.
Mercy was purged.
Forgiveness was tortured.
Love was slaughtered.
In our place,
He gave His life.
For our sin,
He shed His blood.
For our sickness,
He laid on the cross.
For our life,
He was taken in Death.
As metal pierced His flesh
a cry bellowed through creation.
The Earth itself wept
for the death of her King.
Angels watched in awe
as Power gave way to Love.
I deserve nothing, my Lord.
I am unfit to hold your sandals.
I have sinned against you, Father.
I only hope, a sinner's hope-
that in Your Mercy
You will remember me...
and forgive us all.
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