new year-new man

A Man Called Jesus

 I’ve written a poem of the Easter story;

about a man, a man of glory.

A man called Jesus willing to die,

they laughed at him and spit in His eye.

In the garden he prayed and wept,

while nearby the disciples slept.

They asked His friends if they knew His name,

they betrayed his love and hid in shame.

They placed a crown of thorns on His head,

He hung on the cross, suffered and bled.

“The King of the Jews” it said on a sign,

a King He is, most certainly mine.

Our Savior shouted as He died on the tree.

“My God, my God, Why hast thou forsaken me?”

Between two robbers Jesus died,

just to make sure they pierced His side.

The dead were raised and the earth shook,

Jesus was crucified, just like a crook.

Lord Jesus Christ rose from the dead,

someone stole His body everyone said.

Before his friends the risen King stands,

the wound in His side and holes in His hands.

He conquered death to save our sins,

with faith in Him everyone wins.

He paid a debt He did not owe,

I read the Bible, it told me so.

Forgiveness of sins is all we need,

Jesus Christ is risen indeed!

Scott R.W. Grefrath

Easter 1993