When the Messiah died like a common criminal, the disciples were confused and lost but when they saw their Lord alive after three days of devastation, it changed their lives so profoundly that they too were willing to die for their faith. When we don’t understand what’s going on in life and when trials and pain challenge our faith know that there is always a purpose. It may not be visible at the moment but it will come clear at some point…in the same way Jesus’ death became clear to his followers after He rose. This poem is written from the perspective of one of the disciples.
Keep the faith!
Hope Has Come!
We followed Him with all our hearts, left homes and jobs behind.
To reach the world and say to all Messiah’s come to us!
But here we are this lonely day with eyes turned up to blight
As He hangs there without a breath; Broken…crushed… He died.
I thought He was Messiah, the King of Kings and Lord
He was to set our people free, bring justice to the poor.
But here we are a pack of fools; our faith is mocked and tried
What did we miss, how can this be, why did he bleed and die?
In shame we went to hiding… huddled in our fear.
We didn’t know which way to turn or what our futures held.
But in our darkest hour, light rushed in like a wave
And praise the Lord…He rose again, the Tomb’s an empty grave!
He isn’t dead… oh no, He lives; our hearts and souls are saved!
How did we miss the meaning, of His death on that cross?
The shame and pain He suffered, He bore it for us all.
Each sin and pride-filled moment, each stubborn, willful heart
Each secret thought He brought to light; resentment, greed… He crushed.
He bore it all, that spotless Lamb for sinners … just like us.
My life is now forever changed by what I’ve seen and heard.
I know the truth; I’ve seen what’s real, all doubt is washed away.
So what will I remember when trials rule the day?
That things are seldom what they seem, a bigger plan’s at bay.
For fear and dark confusion, shall not hold me for long
For my God reigns, He’ll never change, in that hope I shall stay.
Rhonda Shelford Jansen