The face of Jesus Christ
2 Corinthians 4:6
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,
inmortal after You died
There were blood-drops tracking down
all caused by that thorny crown
Holy face against which scribes
and high priests then flang their taunts
What did the thief dying fast
see in that face by his side
When he asked to be remembered…
When he trusted without pride…?
Now that face shineth like sun
and You´re sitteth 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
Comfort Suites, Lexington
February 16, 2013
2:00 p.m
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