The Passionate Path
Oh Father, as I see Your Passion
What response resounds within my heart,
Of the purpose of the Lord
To journey down that lonely path.
We will not see a powerless victim
Condemned to death by man,
For from the beginning, the Son of God
Was chosen to fulfill the beloved plan.
They couldn't cast Him from the craggy edge
Or stone His soul to death,
Nor would they choose the hour
As all occurred, exactly as He said.
From the time He summoned the betrayer
To "Go, do as you will",
That was the very day He chose to die
His life, impossible for man to still.
As Judas led them to the garden
Where Jesus prayed in darkest night
He arose to proclaim "I am He"
And the crowd fell back, stunned at the
Then He walked to His divine appointment
The perfect life, in history's page,
Now, to be lifted up to die
On Golgotha's cruel stage.
Oh, how easily He could have renounced
Or collapsed in languid fear,
As Pilate controlled by God alone, had Him
Why did Jesus not call for angels to appear.
But His love was stronger than all else
His heart resolved with eternal care,
Although His body... weakly staggered
Our sin He chose to bear.
While our Savior hung between earth and heaven
God turned His face away,
As the darkness plunged Him into sin
His blood became the price to pay.
Then, with the weight of all our pain
The fear, the bitter hurt of men,
Jesus cried "Father forgive them"
As He bowed in victory...His heart content.
Dying, exactly on the strike of three
When the offerings were made by temple priest,
The veil was rent in two
Now, man with God can be at peace.
"It is finished" was His cry
Never more will the grave demand decay,
Perfect love became the sacrifice
As He rose again,
For us to know eternal day.
Oh Lord Jesus, to You I give my life away.
Soft Whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems
© 2004 used with permission
Jesus said unto her,
I am the resurrection, and the life:
he that believeth in me, though he were dead,
yet shall he live: