Man of Sorrows

Darkness all around
Hope dances in the starlight
Humanity endures, groaning in bondage
Stumbling in error, glorying in delusion
Creation awaits

Messiah Y’shua is anointed to save us
From our own wisdom
From our own power
From our own religion
From our erroneous ways

Through the still night air
Occasional bleating of sheep on the hillside
The call of a night-bird
Singing in the distance; they celebrate
He brings good tidings to the poor

The virgin, shunned in her community
Doubted by her betrothed, whispered about behind her back
Cast away from home on the very cusp of motherhood
For a son she would watch die, yet she would not outlive Him
He heals the brokenhearted

Paul and Silas, singing hymns
The deep midnight darkness
The lower level of the dungeon
The prison doors flung open
He proclaims liberty to the captives

Nicodemus, the woman at the well, John, on Patmos,
Peter at Joppa, Cornelius and the Gentiles of Caesarea, who received the Holy Spirit at Peter’s word, to the Jews in Jerusalem who were persuaded that it was good

To those who hide in the false comfort of religious ritual
To those who hide in the false comfort of wealth
In the false comfort of tobacco, alcohol, caffeine and other drugs
Who find too much comfort, even in those they love
He opens doors to those in bondage

A baby cries in the night
No room at the inn
The shepherds find him in a stable
A feed trough for his bed
The words of Jeremiah spring from scripture:

“A voice was heard in Ramah,
Lamentation, weeping, and great mourning,
Rachel weeping for her children,
Refusing to be comforted,
Because they are no more.”

They flee to Egypt, but later, return to Nazareth
The child teaches, become a man, works with wood,
Continues teaching at the synagogue
He proclaims the acceptable year of the LORD
A hammer pounds

He dies at the hands of those he came to save
We hung him on a cross
He harbored neither bitterness nor despair
Only righteousness, peace, and joy
In fact, in the words of Isaiah:

“He has borne our grief
And carried our sorrow;
He was wounded for our transgressions,
He was bruised for our iniquities;
The chastisement for our peace was upon Him,
And by His stripes we are healed”

The grave could not contain Him
He arose from the dead
He poured out His Holy Spirit on all who will believe

Isaiah speaks further:
“He comforts and consoles those who mourn in Zion,
He gives them beauty for ashes,
The oil of joy for mourning,
The garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness;
That they may be called trees of righteousness,
The planting of the LORD, that He may be glorified.”

Born into a dark night
He calls us out of darkness
Into His wonderful light

 

©1998 Dennis McClendon
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