Sunday, August 10, 2014

Rise; Never Back Down

I wrote this poem for a talk that I gave in church on Easter Sunday. Wanted to have it in an easy to access location.




Rise, Never Back Down



Kneeling in the garden He bends beneath the massive weight

My sin, My guilt, My shame. My pain, My suffering, My sorrow.

He rises, He does not back down

He bleeds from every pore.

They spit upon Him. They curse His name. They condemn Him to die

He rises, He does not back down.

They place the cross upon His shoulders,

Blood and sweat course down His body

He rises, He does not back down.

They nail his hands and feet to the cross
.
He asks His father to forgive them.

He rises, He does not back down.

The stone rolls away from the tomb, He is not here

He is risen!

He has never backed down.

Now He calls to me, he has felt my pain.

He knows, more than any other, the grief that 
I bear


He whispers; Rise! Don’t back down.

He watches as I stumble and fall, time and again.

As I make the same mistakes over and over.

He whispers; Rise! Don’t Back Down.

No matter what I do, no matter where I go

Still he is there, beside me, all around me calling me to join him, to

Rise; Never Back Down!

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