Papa
So I'm currently reading a few books. Not unlike me to try and do 18 things at once. It's like I can't seem to stick with just 1. Anyway, one of them is called "Come to Papa" (yes, I know that's supposed to be underlined, but I can't find that option) by Gary Wiens...subtitled "encountering the Father that Jesus knew." I just wanted to share a poem that the author wrote a few years ago that he includes in his book while he was meditating on the agony that the Father must have felt in allowing His only Son to take our place on the cross. He titles it, "What Night is like this Night?"What night is like this night
when my own heart is wrenched in deepest pain?
My Son, my joy is calling for my aid,
and I am held at bay by ageless plan
unfolding there in garden dim,
where He is cast upon the stone.
From age to age my full delight
has been poured out on this eternal Youth,
His form my very Word,
His glory my own Light.
I danced to bring Him forth,
from evermore my constant Song
Who thrilled with me at wondrous plan to win a Bride,
undeterred by purchase price - His blood, His life.
What death is like this death
as Light of life, by darkness' pow'r not once obscured,
submits His radiance to Death's designs
and makes the wickeds' grave His own;
as perfect love, not once disturbed, is interrupted there
by weight of stagg'ring pain,
and counts it joy.
And I am bound by my own joy to leave Him there,
His terror mounting as He prays;
His sweat and blood flow mingling down
as struggling to die He grips the cup.
So I will count Him guilty now,
and turn my face that Death might have his way,
betraying kiss His next reward.
What night is like this night?
posted by Nesian @ 9:14 AM
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