Portrait Of A Savior Poem by Connie Faust

Portrait Of A Savior



Hands once raised in supplication
Pierced with nails of cruelty
Knees that knelt before the Father
Rendered helpless on a tree

Brow once knit in concentration
Wanting naught but Father's will
Bleeding from a thorny crown
Bowed to love's directive still

Feet that walked on dusty pathways
Leading him to destiny
Now wounded, torn and crippled
Stained with blood at Calvary

This, a picture of my Savior
Forsaken and alone was He
Beaten, suffering, crushed and dying
Jesus hung upon that tree

Burden of all mankind's sin
Held Him there in agony
Magnificent, His tender heart
Stilled by love for you and me

But He was pierced for our transgressions,
He was crushed for our iniquities;
the punishment that brought us peace was on him,
and by his wounds we are healed.
Isaiah 53: 5, NIV

Thursday, March 5, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: religion
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The subject of my poem is not named, but His is probably the most-recognized name in the world. Jesus is the only one who was sinless in his lifetime on earth, and thus the only one worthy to pay for the sin of all mankind. Sent by God the Father, born of a virgin, he was fully God and fully man. His death reconciled everyone to God, but it is a gift that needs to be accepted by each individual. It's like having the key to a mansion in your mailbox, but you have to believe it's there, lift the lid and take it out before you can live there.
That is a very simple explanation to say that each person must believe that he is, and that he is a rewarder of those who seek him. The reward to someone who prays to receive Jesus Christ into his or her life is salvation from sin and eternal life with him now, extending into heaven when he or she dies.
May you recognize the truth of His message and turn to Jesus in repentance today. ' To everyone that believes, he gives the power to become the sons of God, even to them that believe in his name.'
COMMENTS OF THE POEM

Stunning poetic adaptation of The Passion & Death of The Lord Jesus Christ...Holy Week is not so far away, and this fine work reminds me so...The work glides like silk off satin...mellifluously from onset to close-out...One observation...Last stanza, Line 1: You have an errant h in front of the 1st word of that line....Otherwise, Magnifico! You keep that pen pumping, young lady...~FjR~

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