This year, as we remember the resurrection of Jesus Christ which is the heart of Christianity, I thought it would be a good time to post this poem. It was written last fall and attempts to capture the missional nature of his life, death, and resurrection.
Risen
God came to earth,
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God came to earth,
As
a human,
Living
in the dust, pain, heat, stench
Of
a fallen world.
He
understands us, our inhuman condition, well.
Spurning
the spotlight
Yet
bringing glimpses of heaven, miraculous moments
Where
long marred image of God in us
Shone
through clearly in Christ
Healing, delivering, teaching, feeding,
confronting,
Heart
of the Father revealed.
Such revealing light was too much for those with much to hide
Dark-worshipers
conspired to have the innocent die.
As
Jesus the Second Adam bled into the reddening soil
Asking
forgiveness from the Father for us
Commending
his Spirit back it was done.
Until
the third day.
God
breathed life back into a dying race.
Jesus,
having carried all our iniquity to its end
Rose
again and shared his resurrection breath
The
wind of heaven, his very self, that we might be
A
new creation sent forth with purpose.
That, like the heavenly bread come down, it all might be risen.
© Greg K. Dueker
No longer bent by curse, or by cross,
We are sabbath straightened
To see the grandeur of his completed mission.© Greg K. Dueker