(Inspired after reading Archibald G. Brown-  The Face of Jesus Christ, Chapter I)

Son of God

You died for me…

May I always

worship Thee

 

Fairer than children of men

Every feature radiates love

Your glory shone from within

even when Your life was tough

 

So many sorrows and pains…

watching, anxieties, fasting…

Were there marks upon Your face?

Were their footprints everlasting?

 

So much written of Your weeping

but no record about laughter…

Countenance careworn and haggard

supporting weight like the rafter

 

A sad face to show the world

all the changes that were needed

Face of character to teach

how for us You´d interceded

 

Your lips were never compressed

in wasted unholy anger

You faced perils without fear

just like the bravest cliffhanger

 

Your holy soul never ruffled

by a single sinful thought

Your brow must have never knit

hateful temper…Surely not!

 

Man of sorrows,

grief´s acquaintance

May we kneel

and find repentance

 

Face determined,

full of purpose

Wondreous force…

Never pretentious

 

A face that faced shame and spitting

The face of the Highest Priest

The face of the King of Kings

Our Savior, to say the least

 

Face then swollen with the blows

Marked with bruises from the strokes

How slandered with shameful insult

Outraged countenance provokes

 

Your face was shrouded in death

Your face that had been defiled

Hidden there, under a napkin,

immortal after You died

 

There were blood-drops tracking down

all caused by that thorny crown

Holy face against which scribes

and high priests then flung their taunts

 

What did the thief dying fast

see in that face right by his side?

When he asked to be remembered…

When he trusted without pride…

 

Now that face shined like sun

and You´re sited on the throne

I will seek Thy face, Oh Lord!

I will never be alone

 

Son of God…

You died for me…

May I always

worship Thee

 

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February 16, 2013

2:00 p.m.