The Christ

    
                            “THE CHRIST”
                                     by
                          Phillip D. Murphy
                                   2022
       

     Through the beauty of creation, your power is clear;
In both good times and bad, your presence is near:
     To be so rejected, even by your own;
In the world you created, that they call their home:
     It began one night in a lowly manger;
From that point on, your life was in danger:
     You lived life perfectly as a carpenter’s son;
You even taught the elect, the most prominent ones:
     For thirty three years, your impact was clear;
Even though they saw it, their ears would not hear:
     Miracles, signs, and amazing wonders;
You did them all and was still cast asunder:
     Then one night, in the garden as you prayed;
The soldiers came, and they took you away:
     They questioned, beat, spat on you, and scoffed;
But you, not once, lifted your eyes aloft:
     They stripped you and whipped you with a cat of nine tails;
But that pain was nothing compared to the nails:
     As you hung there dying, for all to behold;
The abandonment you felt was piercingly cold:
     Several hours later, after you suffered and bled;
You gave up the ghost, and now you were dead:
     Your body was sealed deep in a tomb;
All of your followers felt nothing but doom:
     The officials, the soldiers, and crowd all cheered;
But three days later, an angel appeared:
     Sin, death, hell, and the grave;
They were all defeated because of what you gave:
     They took Him! They stole Him! as they stood and peered;
But those that knew Him did nothing but cheer:
     In a world that rejects Him, one thing is suffice;
You can think what you want, but He truly is—-
                   The Christ



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