Monday, October 08, 2012
Jesus chose to be the worst, the least:
Criminal who'd not done any wrong.
Now his glory is yet more increased.
He's our joy, our peace, our life, our song.
Jesus lives to intercede, to pray,
Sure defense against the devil's lies
That accuse us both by night and day.
Jesus says we'll get the crown, the prize.
Jesus will return in glory bright--
Splitting sky and angels all around.
He will raise the dead, reward the right.
He'll bring righteous peace the world around.
Jesus chose the humblest, hardest way,
Chose to lay eternal glory down.
Now he's Lord of light, our Dawn, our Day.
Jesus, may your praise yet more abound!
Have this mind among yourselves, which is yours in Christ Jesus, who, though he was in the form of God, did not count equality with God a thing to be grasped, but emptied himself, by taking the form of a servant, being born in the likeness of men. And being found in human form, he humbled himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross. Therefore God has highly exalted him and bestowed on him the name that is above every name, so that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.
(Philippians 2:5-11 ESV)
This original poem and photo illustration are public domain 2012.