Tuesday, November 27, 2012

His Name is Jesus




With veiled eyes we strain to perceive
But as we glimpse Him we believe

Knowing full well from whence He came
And why; redemption could not wait

Hated of men; the Son of God

Holy of Holiest; bore our debt

He conquered the grave; the Son of God
Could not in rock tombs be restrained
To keep Eternal Life contained

Some people say Jesus was ‘just a man’
But He has promised ‘every knee shall bow
God is not mocked; Love’s perfect plan


2 comments:

Thank you for your visit to this porch. I'd love to hear if or how this post/poem touched you!