He Was Broken Long Before The Sky Would Open Poem by John Ackerman

for i exist as a vapor then I am no more
if you can't hear his voice trust his heart
he was despised and rejected yet he never reflected
apathy just wanted to let things be
all of life sweet child seems to be a mystery laid flight to fantasy
but yet in reality he calls forth you and me
with a small still voice with a choice
pitter patter of soft sandled feet to greet
he was there from the beginning with be there when we have past
a sorrowful servant that will last the test
chosen vessel from heavens glory yet that's not the end of the story
just to touch the very hem of his garment
the women at the well with a great story to tell
a faint whisper and a cry

he longs for us to see
faith blown up in our face as if a reality
may have to move some rocks and things yet freedom still rings
in shadows tossed through the derision of pain
so what's holding you back to knowing Jesus as your savior
for he was broken long before the sky was open
come to him for salvation amidst your hesitation
he waits to hear your cry as time passes by
until that faithful hour when you can be joined to him in a song
as if a beacon of light to a hurting world in need of love