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.


Donald Fishgrab said...

He isn't just alive, he is life.

Great poem.

Jim Swindle said...

Donald Fishgrab, yes, he is life!

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