The Son turned, looking His Father square in the face,
His Father said
"Son, I am sending you to earth to heal a failing race".
Without rebuke, He said "I'll go,
And take with me Your purity, Your love and Your grace".
He left heaven to enter a womb.
The womb He entered was of girl named Mary:
Whom at a very young age was blessed with faith,
He was to be reborn at a certain time and in a certain place.
It all happened just as the Father had planned.
Born in a manger, with donkeys, cows and a lamb.
He was hated by Herod, the territorial king, but loved by a few.
Those that loved Him already knew,
That the world would despise Him because of His Father's Name
A father they had never known or ever wanted to.
As time passed and years gone by, He studied the scriptures
And so concluded that the written words were all Holy inspired,
Every word truth, not one a lie.
His first miracle was changing water to wine. He didn't stop there;
Knowing there wasn't much time,
Before the world would condemn Him,
By way of the Jewish council's law bending hand.
Come Passover, He summed His disciples to share in His last meal.
They were all oblivious to the circumstances that now,
To Him, had become so real.
After supper His disciples slept under the stars, in a nearby olive grove.
It was that night, in that same olive grove
and under those same stars, the Son wept.
The Son to the Father said
"Your ways I've taught and your promise's I've kept,
But this cup you've poured me is filled with vile and death.
I pray, Take this cup from me, Oh Father, My God.
But if it's your will, I'll drink of it ".
Said the Father to the Son,
"Yes, drink, drink it all, I am with You, be not afraid".
Blood now beaded on the Son's sweating brow,
And again He prayed, "Oh Father spare these chosen ones,
And show mercy on those that have strayed."
The time had come for the Savior to save;
He would do it all through death and a borrowed grave.
At the cross His Father left Him all alone,
This was a first, because from the beginning of time to now,
They were as close as rock is to stone.
Things went from bad to worse
And about the ninth hour the Son cried to the Father,
"Oh Father, My God, why hast thou forsaken me?"
With the world's sins heaped upon His head, taking His last breath,
He humbly said, "It is finished".
The Roman soldiers had to agree,
As they looked upon the cross that was fashioned from a tree.
Hanging there lifeless with His blood on the ground,
Yes, they thought, it's over, the crucifying is done.
The only one left was a tear-stained mother, weeping for Her Son.
The world thought it had done a great and noble deed,
By eliminating the one whom had come from the most holy of seed.
Little they knew that on the third day the Son would ascend,
Back to His Father where it all began.
From the very hour the lamb was slain, angels sang and heaven
Proclaimed; He truly is and was and always will be God's only Son.
This writing ends the way it begun, side by side, Father and Son.
Who knows when the Father again will say,
"Son, on earth there's work to be done,
Sound the trumpet, for now is the hour, now is the day!"
©2002 Doug Van Wyk
In His first coming,
He came alone in meekness, peace, love and mercy
In His second coming, He will come in a blaze of glory,
Light that's never shone before.
With thousands upon thousands,
And ten thousand times ten thousand angels by His side.
Are you ready ?
"Behold, I am coming soon! My reward is with me, and I will give to everyone according to what he has done. I am the Alfa and the Omega, the first and the last, the beginning and the end." Revelation 22: 12-13
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