Sunday, 31 March 2013

This is Love

My Jesus.

Stepping from
 eternal throne
He humbly chose
a woven crown 
of 
thorns and hatred
intertwined
made to pierce
and mock
by hands He had created.

THIS IS LOVE.

Should it surprise?
when hanging from
the splintered
bloody beams
by hands and feet
nailed firm
that all creation
trembled
splitting time
in two
with humble 
love-soaked cry
"Father, forgive them
for they know not what
they do."

THIS IS LOVE.

And though we nailed him there
blind in our hate
lost in ourselves
He chose then
this posture 
for us
of open arms 
stretched wide - embracing
and He still does

THIS IS LOVE.

As surely as He chose to die
He rose alive. ALIVE!
and though he
conquered death 
and always will
he still 
chooses
to make us free - 
free not to believe
and leave him
on the tree.

THIS IS LOVE.


words and images © copyright Melody Armstrong 2013





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