Easter, It’s More Than Just A Public Holiday

Today is Good Friday and for those who believe in the religious meaning of Easter it is the day that Jesus died for us. He died so that our sins could be forgiven and so that all who believe in Him would be saved. What I find remarkable is not that he died for us, but that He endured so much for us. He was literally on death row but unlike criminals who have it forced on them He did it by choice. Even though He could have walked away from it anytime He wanted to, He chose not to.

Although they spat on Him, ridiculed Him, tormented Him and told all manner of lies just so He could be falsely accused, He bore it all, silently and with great humility. Surely His words while on the cross, “My God, My God, Why Hast Thou Forsaken Me!” must show the desperation He must have felt, and yet He never strayed from making the ultimate sacrifice.

Jesus On A Cross

There are many forms of self sacrifice
Most of them coming at a price
There is nothing a mother won’t give
So a better life her children would live

A soldier in the middle of a fight
Sees his comrade in a dire plight
Without a moments thought, a decision made
He throws himself onto a hand grenade

What better sacrifice in this world exists
Than to give ones life so another isn’t missed
There was a time when a man with a choice
Chose not to defend himself with his voice

One of his own, with a kiss was he betrayed
Though His soul tortured, His path was not swayed
To the high priest was He taken
Denied three time, ones faith was shaken

Upon a cross was He crucified
Suffering for all had this man died
What greater sacrifice can a man give
So that those who believe in Him may live

On the third day Jesus rose from the dead
Some did not believe until they saw where He bled
The Holy Spirit upon them he bestowed
To give them strength so that seeds may be sewed

So those who believe know their sins are forgiven
So to pass on the Word they are driven
So everyone learns of God’s gift of grace
And upon the strength of the Word they build their base

A Happy Easter To All.

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The Child Of God

Yep, it’s poetry time again. This one is a little different and has absolutely nothing to do with blogging. I am and always have been a firm believer in God and Jesus but am not one to force it down peoples throat. I could never understand those religious zealots who continually try to force their ideals on others and have always felt that they are doing more harm than good.

Too bad that they don’t behave as Jesus did while he was amongst us. The only time that I can remember when he was angry was in Matthew 21:12

And Jesus went into the temple of God, and cast out all them that sold and bought in the temple, and overthrew the tables of the moneychangers, and the seats of them that sold doves,

Other than that, He would go about preaching, and those who would listen did. There was no brow beating and the disciples certainly weren’t in the habit of whipping people into submission.

Anyway, I digress and certainly don’t want to start Bible bashing. Without further ado, I present to you

The Child Of God

El Greco's Jesus Carrying the Cross, 1580.
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I am a child of God
I am saved for I believe
For those who judge me
Judge not lest thou be judged
For with what judgement ye judge
Ye shall be judged
Fools, know thee that only He judges
For there is no mote in God’s eye
Only He sees clearly to judge

There are many who profess to be saved
They are the haughty fools
Those who judge others
Not knowing their own lives
They raise their placards
Full of hateful slogans
Rather than bring others to God
Their actions turn them away
Better to offer another path
For those finding themselves in strife

Ours is not to force these to believe
But to lead the way in the hope
Those who follow may be saved
Those who do not may not be ready
Their time may not be ripe
And none on earth can judge them
Many are those who believe
Who visit the House of the Lord
They tithe and profess their love of Jesus
On the pedestal that they place themselves
They see not the plight of the needy
That of those less fortunate
When they do stumble upon the homeless
Living in their poverty and filth
They draw back in disgust and horror
And no helping hand is offered

Hypocrites, they are like the Pharisees
And yet even I cannot judge
Not knowing how I would I react
Were I to meet those in need
Even non-believers may offer a helping hand
Yet many live in the fear of salvation
They ban religion from state schools
And crosses are removed from gravesites
On the pretence of offence
Many wrongful acts are committed
And innocents on both sides suffer
Atrocities occur in the name of religion
Yet none by the will of God
Mankind is the root of all evil
For heretics who preach violence
Have a personal agenda
Inflicting pain and death
On infidels and innocent alike
All in the name of God
A God who does not need man
To fight for his righteousness

From birth until death we decide
Upon the path we shall take
Though He is a merciful God
He has left us to our own devices
But we are not alone
The Spirit talks to those who listen
But many fail to follow
For the path is too hard
Though the prize is worth the hardship
Many will be lost to the glory and vices
Offered by Satan and his followers
Some call it a conscience
But whatever the name
The choice we make is our own.

So, why a poem with obvious religious overtones? I can safely say it was all Eren’s fault. I’ve been a regular reader of her blog Embracing Home, although I haven’t commented nearly enough. Still, there is plenty of time for that. Anyway, it was her last post titled How to cure and heal severe anxiety. I enjoyed that post and found it very thought provoking, and it sort of inspired me to post this poem.

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