Poetry / Prayers This is Jesus This is Jesus. A man of grief and pain. Knowing rejection. Stricken and afflicted but without blame. Seated once in heaven above, one with the Father, A Man of love. But He came. The father’s son, His only one. Becoming flesh, vulnerable, undone. Broken by pain, and my shame. Willingly taking it all. Dying for me. The chosen one, in whom God delights. The bringer of justice, a man of might. He does not crush. He does not quench. He opens dungeons; has the key. He sets men free. Yes He came. He came. Jesus – the one who takes my sin and dying, broken, He proclaimed, ’It is finished’ ’It is done’ And rising, bought me back again to the Father. This is Jesus. P J Kent 2013 Previous The Mist had come in Newer Purity You May Also Like Sheltered 19/07/2019 Why am I painting? 23/02/2020 Adored 24/03/2019 Leave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Name * Email * Website Comment This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.