Posted by
Doc James on Monday, April 09, 2007 12:16:24 AM
It is Easter and I am most thankful that for now this country is still a place where I am allowed to worship the Man who paid the ultimate price for the ultimate freedom. The freedom to no longer be in bondage to my own stupidity. You know the arrogant, self centered pride that would not allow me to see the truth, and make no mistake there is truth that remains the same yesterday, today and tomorrow regardless of whether or not I choose to believe it. The freedom to no longer be governed by the fallen state that we have all been born into. I am free to pay honor to the King of kings, The man, Christ Jesus.
I must give honor where honor is due, so I tilt my head and say thankyou to all the men and women who have sacrificed and continue to sacrifice as they volunteer to insure that this freedom will continue. It is in this freedom that several months ago, I did write a poem that I believe points to why this freedom should be fought for.
And this,
I know is true;
For all Have sinned
And fallen short
Of the glory
Of you.
The wages of this,
Death.
I know for me
I took my stand
In iniquity.
Death was knocking loudly
At my door,
So I ran.
While running,
What did I see
On that
Very dark day,
But a man
Standing,
On top
Of a hill
With his arms
Wide open
Looking down
Beckoning to me.
As I approached
I realized
He was nailed
To a tree.
Slowly,
He was dying
And
He said,
“Father forgive them
For they know not
What they do”
And later,
“It is finished”
And as I cried and said,
“I am sorry”
He died.
But as he went
He yanked
From my hands
The sin,
I had held onto
So desperately.
Darkness fell
In that noon hour,
I understood
That this
Was the man
That had walked
The shores
Of the Galilee,
He prayed
In the garden
Of gethsemane.
He healed
The sick,
Awakened the dead,
Brought hope
To the poor,
And made the blind man see.
This is the man
That taught
Love,
Hope,
Joy,
And self control.
Now
He was gone.
I cried.
I began
To wander,
Pondering
What
I had just seen.
Three days
Had gone by,
And
To my amazement
Who should appear
But the One
Who I had just seen die,
I paused,
For He was different
No longer
Clothed in the
Iniquity and sin
Of we.
He was dressed
In righteousness,
Holiness
And purity.
Though
The scars remained,
No longer
Was there shame.
Death no longer
Knocked
On my door.
I went to my knees,
As I realized
That He
Is my King!
I began to prays
His holy Name,
For He
Had set me free!
Indeed