A Christian poem about CHRIST! |
HEAVEN’S GREAT PRINCE! Can this be the brow, That bore the crown Of thorns, for every generation That has ever been and, Shall ever be? All hope, once lost, Restored again, By a single act in a garden. When the condemning fruit Was placed back upon That living tree, By but a single act of obedience, And with the words “not my will, But yours be.” And now, that same brow Shows unimaginable Kindness; mercy; love - for me. Can this be that brow? Can these be the hands, That made all things? And when all was lost, Then saved all things? That were strong enough To bear the weight of all humanity, And the damnation or salvation Of the world, and all the lost, By hanging from a cross. When, in those very hands, Lay the power to condemn. And, rather then to clench In righteous vengeance, Stretched out in holy prayer, Saying “Father, forgive.” Then, as only a carpenter’s hands can, Took what once was broken Beyond all hope, and in an instant, Made it new - again. Can these be those hands? Can these be the feet, That trod Heaven’s golden streets? Then, when none other would, Forsook all joy, all bliss, All things heavenly, To tread that street of woe (Via Dolorosa) And go step, by step, by step to death? So that I, if following in Those steps, might live? All the weight of sin, borne by them, for me. Can these be those feet? O these are the hands, the feet, the brow Of Heaven’s Great PRINCE. Who, reaching down, would raise me up To walk with him. Cleansed of all that I was To become all that I can. And all I need do is give love For love - as HE did so long ago And still does. |