Good Friday is the perfect time to
reflect upon our brokenness in the sight of Jesus’ brokenness for us on the cross of Calvary.
In our neediest of times we can identify with our God who became nothing for us. His nothingness is authentically representative
of the state of our nothingness. We have a God who can identify with our every need, sorrow and emptiness.
***
The
Saviour never sinned,
Yet died
to cover all,
In the
grace that came;
The
forgiveness call.
Such a
gift that is,
Endowed
with love,
Is for us
to accept,
From the Father above.
***
Jesus took
the cup of wrath—
Humanity’s
cause—
Satisfying
cosmic aftermath;
Life
defining,
After the
scourge,
No need
for refining,
Redemptive merge.
***
Profoundest
miracle,
Changed
attitude of heart,
That by
which,
A renewed
life to start.
Jesus’
fullness—
Only can
sate,
Surrender
to Him now,
At Salvation’s gate.
***
Feeling
rotten and all confused,
Why is
this begotten and not diffused?
Unparalleled—the
pain—the life we’ve seen,
Oh, the
desire to just feel clean.
Guilt for
which we no longer need bear,
Because
it’s a fact Jesus does care,
No matter
the past, upon solemn state,
We now have destiny at Salvation’s
gate.
***
For
feelings of emptiness, why we do not know,
Sometimes
for which we do not wish to show,
Terrible
and ghastly, but inexplicable to boot,
How do I possibly
get right down to the root?
Now, such
despairing has its answer in this:
Finding
our Jesus—somehow, bliss!
Beyond
understanding our prayers have fixed,
Those feelings of emptiness, for
life that’s mixed.
***
A
position, a state, lines of derision,
Contending
within, thoughts of division,
Anger
increases beyond help it seems,
There’s
now only One for which peace redeems.
God’s the
Higher Power putting a stop,
To
thoughts and feelings all a rot,
But somehow
we must, within our minds allow,
That invisible power which God
wishes to endow.
***
Basking
within our pride unawares,
Soon we
become a person that despairs,
Somehow
we’ve learned this lesson before,
Now we
come again to Salvation’s door.
Humility
enough to repent before God,
Our
brokenness restored—we receive his nod,
Nothing
like the feeling white as snow,
That by which with confidence we
go.
***
Brokenness is only the first part
of the story. The next bit—the final word—is best. It belongs to God, who gifts
it to us. None of our brokenness is beyond God’s healing touch.
© 2012 S. J. Wickham.
Graphic Credit: Terry George.
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