Son of God

From a Poem by Jack Spicer(1930-1999):
Jesus Christ, born of the Virgin Mary in Bethlehem (Matthew 1:18-25; Luke 2:1-7), lived a sinless life and began His public ministry around the age of thirty. Baptized by John the Baptist in the Jordan River (Mark 1:9-11), He was affirmed by a voice from heaven declaring, “Thou art my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased.” Jesus then traveled through Galilee and Judea, preaching the good news of the kingdom of God (Luke 4:43), healing the sick (Matthew 4:23-24), casting out demons (Mark 1:34), and forgiving sins (Luke 5:20-24), all demonstrating His divine authority. He taught with unmatched wisdom, using parables to reveal deep spiritual truths, and called disciples like Peter, James, and John to follow Him (Matthew 4:18-22).

Jesus' life culminated in His willing sacrifice on the cross. Though innocent, He was arrested, tried, and crucified under Pontius Pilate (Luke 23:1-25). On the cross, He prayed for His enemies, saying, “Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do” (Luke 23:34). His death fulfilled the scriptures and brought redemption to mankind. On the third day, He rose from the dead (Matthew 28:5-7), appearing to His followers and proving He was alive (Luke 24:36-43). Before ascending into heaven, He commanded His disciples to preach the gospel to all nations (Mark 16:15), promising, “lo, I am with you alway, even unto the end of the world” (Matthew 28:20).

Poem
[Verse]
In Gethsemane, my Savior There I See,
Prepared to die for me, and all humanity;
He bows in humble prayer, upon the grassy sod,
Submits in every way, to His Father and His God;
He takes upon Himself, the sins of all mankind,
To view this selfless act, expands my finite mind;

[Verse2]
He gladly pays the price, for all my sins, and more,
With each drop of precious blood, that comes from every pore;
I look upon this sacred scene, I watch in wondering awe,
The heavens weep with sadness, for the spotless Son they saw,
The mob now comes to take His life,
This band of men, with Devils’ rife;

[Verse3]
And with them comes, perdition’s son,
To betray with a kiss, the sinless one;
They take him captive, convene a trial,
To judge the Christ, these men so vile;
With man stripes, His flesh they tare,
And spit upon this Man so rare;

[Verse4]
With purple robe, they mock and scorn,
Place on His head, a crown of thorns;
They all speak out, and with one breath,
Condemn the Christ, to a painful death;
On Calvary’s hill, on a wooden cross,
The world will barely mourn His loss;

[Verse5]
Beloved Peter, afraid for his life,
Denies his Christ, not once, but thrice;
The heavy cross, He’s forced to bear,
No one offers, His load to share;
Into His hands, His wrists, His feet,
The painful nails are driven deep;

[Verse6]
The sun withholds its light in shame,
The Son of God, who knew no blame;
Has died upon this windy hill,
His earthly mission to fulfill;
They lay Him in a borrowed tomb,
and roll a stone, to seal the room;

[Verse7]
And place there guards, to block the door,
I ask my God, what’s now in store;
I’m so alone, soul in despair,
What will I do, without His care;
O’ death, I feel your painful sting,
You’ve taken my precious King;

[Verse8]
The third day comes, His tomb is bare,
His body’s gone, I know not where;
And then my mortal mind awakes,
I remember all the words He spake;
O’ blessed, glorious, dawning day,
Christ has risen, and points the way;

[Verse9]
To life eternal, with Father and Son,
Our Savior today, His victory won;
All mortal men can now be saved,
Redeemed from death, and from the grave;
O’ God we thank thee for thy Son,
For with His grace our life is won

[Outro]

For with His grace our life is won