The Word Of Christ

If the divine order is to weather,
The winds of change,
To bow to the quaking earth,
And walk among the merciless,
Then as Christ before us,
On the cross of life,
Each offering be an act of love.

If He,
Who could walk on water and part the red sea,
The mighty and all powerful
Pick stones and abuse over a throne,
And die a death so brutal,
That in the history of mankind,
Such a man will never be found,
Then what right do we, the powerless have,
To inflict hurt by our vicious words,
And dirty our hands with our brother’s blood.

Jesus resurrected on the third day,
This brings up the question,
Why did he choose to die in the first place?
To atone for our sins,
Is what the Bible says,
The truth is probably simpler than that,
Christ’s word is that of love,
To forgive in the face of hurt,
To know the tears of another as our own,
And be true to what lies in our hearts,
It is the irrefutable seat of God,
From where he calls out to us.