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I See you There


Here's a poem, inspired by this painting yesterday. I haven't written a poem in probably 15 years! Eeks! But this one needed to come out...

I See you There

I see you there and can’t but think…you’re there because of me.
Hanging, with thorns dyed red for all the world to see.
And as you died, the curtain fell and suddenly human kind was free…

Free to talk to the Father. Free to believe in the Son.
Free to live eternally. Free from a battle won.
Free to hope and be washed clean. Free to never have to run.

“My sheep listen to my voice; I know them and they follow me,”
Is what the Scriptures say. But sometimes I can’t hear and have a silent plea:
“Lord Jesus, I am your sheep. Help me hear you over the cacophony.”

The world is loud and wants to be my guide and my light.
But the world is full of dark and seems to not comprehend right.
Jesus, be my hope. Be my shepherd. Protect me. Hold this sheep tight.

“He is Risen!” “He is Risen Indeed!” will be the cry on Resurrection Sunday
And how that statement rings true. You rose and paved the way
For me to find you and with you in eternity stay.

But I still come back to the sad fact that remains. I hung you on that spot.
My sin pinned you there. And God looked away. And I did not.
I hurt you and sometimes that fact I have forgot.

But still you love me – I guess that’s why they call it grace.
Undeserved, sent from a God who loves us across the space
Of the heavens. Who loves us even here, in this fallen place.

Grace. Represented by a man on a tree.
Who died for me.
To be free.

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