Home at last
Been away for a while, tasted what this world has to offer, it left me empty. Poor and hungry I journeyed home, crossing the bridge, back to familiar ground. I look like less than a beggar, but my Father ran to meet me, met my shame with a kiss of acceptance, holding me tight in his arms of love. I’m home again, home at last.
Walking on Water
Dark is the night, in a boat on the lake, waves lift the bow bobbing up and down, the moonlight catches faces, an eerie light. Jesus illuminated just like a ghost, walking on water, well I never. Jesus did it, Simon had to have a go, got permission from the Lord, a few steps went well. With open mouths we watched, while sinking he yelled, a helping hand pulls him back to the surface, and now all is well.
The Weight of Sin
The enormous weight of sin on his shoulders, the king of kings wears a crown not of gold but of thorns. He starts the slow walk towards the place of death, set upon doing the will of his Father. A high cost for the redemption of mankind. He is alone now, even his closest friends keep their distance. The weight is almost unbearable, having been beaten and whipped. Step for step forwards what kind of love is this? giving his life to save.
Return to the Father
Mission accomplished. Sin defeated. Death has no more hold. The Father has been revealed. The captive has been set free. The Fathers will has been done. To look again into his loving eyes, to once again be at his side. Overjoyed and elated he ascends and is engulfed by clouds. He will return one day, in just the same way. Let us be ready.