Poem of the Blasphemer
The greatest gift at the greatest price
Packaged and delivered
At the cost of blood and bleeding,
Tears and weeping
Mocking and beating.
The gift was carried through a life of being misunderstood,
Of name calling and ridicule,
And false accusations.
In the end it was carried to a false trial,
A false jury,
And a false charge.
It was carried while blindfolded.
It was carried while whipped and beaten.
It was carried through a crowded street with jeering people.
Oh the weight of the gift at that point caused him to stumble and fall.
He carried it to the top of the mountain.
To the height of a cross.
And though His feet and hands were nailed,
He did not drop the gift.
The cross was raised; the body was wracked with pain,
And with His dying breath the giver said
“It is finished.”
And He handed me the gift.
I replied, “I’m sorry; it just isn’t what I wanted.”
And without ever opening the gift,
I dropped it in the dirt, and turned and walked away.
“I tell you, whoever acknowledges me before men, the Son of Man will also acknowledge him before the angels of God. But he who disowns me before men will be disowned before the angels of God. And everyone who speaks a word against the Son of Man will be forgiven, but anyone who blasphemes against the Holy Spirit will not be forgiven. (Luke 12:8-10)
Pastor Jim DeVore 6-16-09