Thursday, January 03, 2013

I Come



I come to Jesus--crucified
And yet far more alive
Than anyone I've ever met.
He was fully dead--as dead as rocks--
And yet he lives and breathes and eats,
And more than that--He transfers life
To all who come, who come as His.

I come to Jesus--Lord of all
And yet a humble man
Who cares about the least, the last,
The broken and the maimed;
He honors them if they trust him,
And more than that--He hears their prayers
And answers from his love.

If we have died with him, we will also live with him.
(From 2 Timothy 2:11 ESV)

Image credit: Leo Reynolds. Some rights reserved. This particular poem by JLS is public domain.

3 comments:

Donald Fishgrab said...

He isn't just alive, he is life.

Great poem.

Jim Swindle said...

Donald Fishgrab, yes, he is life!

Rik no Orkut said...

Bom!