Jesus took the Twelve aside and told them, "We are going up to Jerusalem, and everything that is written by the prophets about the Son of Man will be fulfilled. He will be handed over to the Gentiles. They will mock him, insult him, spit on him, flog him, and kill him. On the third day he will rise again." Luke 18:31-33
Son of Man
Son of Man,
how could you have known
how could you have gone
how could you have shown
so much love
Son of Man,
how could you have walked
how could you have seen
how could you have loved
so unconditionally
Son of Man,
your life given for me
your love poured out
your mercy so extravagant
so I could be free
Son of man,
how could you have known
how could you have gone
how could you have shown
so much love
2 comments:
This is a beautiful response to this scriptue, Melanie. Did you write this poem yourself?
Thank you, Dana. Yes, I did. I'm not usually much of a poet, but once in awhile something really inspires me.
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