The Prayer Of A Precious Perfect Son Poem by Baby Blue

We had reached the town that night,
And found before us up on that hill,
A remarkable, unbelievable sight,
Something that I can imagine still.

Up on that precious hill, and in the garden place
Knelt the one that everyone called Master;
They all said that this was His private space
The night going so slow now seemed to be faster

I saw Him sweating drops of blood on His forehead
And through the desperation and His hearts’ agony
Came the sincere pleading words He said,
“Father, please let this cup pass from me,

But let not my will, but yours be done.”
The last plea and prayer before He had to go:
The words to a Father from his precious, perfect Son.
The last moments before the Father’s love He went to show.

He was brought here and there till morning came
So we followed him all through the town,
We watched and prayed, and others did the same
Till we all saw that cross and Him gently lying down.

He bore so much pain through this time, this day;
And the guards all mocked and scourged Him,
As He hung there and loved His enemies in a way
That He paid the price to wash way their sin.

He strained His eyes, and struggled to say,
“Father, why have you forsaken me?
Tell me, I beg of You and earnestly pray,
This crown and cross hurts so much, can’t you see? ”

The Father could do nothing; He had to turn from His Son,
The symbol of a pearl, the sacrificial jewel.
Was too much to bare; the task needed to be done
Before the price was paid in full.

The Father knew the pain that He endured,
And He sacrificed His own life for you,
So you can live with him in heaven for sure,
So you can have a life and soul all new.



written 4-22-08