Saturday, January 28, 2012
Love Jesus - Not the Cross?
So you say you love Jesus but not the cross
You think Christians are wrong and Allah’s boss
Did Jesus say he’s God? You think certainly not.
But there’s a few things you seem to’ve forgot.
You see, Jesus was asked by the Pharisee
About Abraham How it could be – How could he see?
When he answered “I am” he wasn’t conjugating “to be”
He was claiming divinity – capisce?
Jesus is the Word – the Unique Son of God
That Word made the World He was always with God
Then that Word became man – two natures in one
The Monogenes became Mary’s first son
He came to die so that we could be free
The divine took on humanity to redeem
Because God takes sin seriously
You can just deny it
Try to hide from it
Claim that forty Arabic words decide it
But consider history – his disciples died for it
And they worshiped him – Thomas called him God and got the nod
But important than that – consider the very word of God
Who told his angels “worship him”
And now you’re going to try to spin
And tell me that it’s too thin
Because it’s not Jesus himself saying to worship him?
You forgot about prophecy too
What Isaiah said was true
The son of the virgin was the son of God too
That’s what Immanuel means – God with us
God in humanity nailed to the cross
In humanity raised to life by the divine
Ascended on high – he will come in the sky
To judge living and dead on the very last day
Will you worship the Son – for this I will pray.
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7 comments:
Me too, praying! "Bow down and Worship Them!"
Nice work, "MC TF"!
Your ditty inspired me TF, so I wrote one too!
My Muslim friends, you've been deceived;
The “People of the Book” are not your enemies,
You see, the Creator of all, the One True God
He stepped into time, He trod earth's sod.
Muhammed, a prophet he claimed to be,
But he never made wine from water, now did he?
Before Whom did demons, disease, nature, and death all bow the knee?
You know, as I know, it is He.
He fed the multitudes,
and not just with earthly foods.
He restores sight to the blind, and cures the deaf,
He calms the storm, and raises the dead.
He died, crucified, for the joy set before Him,
Laid down His life that He might take it up again.
By creed and deed He meets every need,
There was never one like Him, nor will there ever be.
The life I now live, is because He lives inside of me.
Born of a virgin, preached by Spurgeon,
The greatest physician, the ultimate heart surgeon,
Born in Bethlehem, betrayed by friends,
The Shepherd of sheep, with nail pierced feet;
Bore the wrath of God, the winepress He trod;
He came to His own,
suffered and died alone,
for their sin to atone.
Haven't you heard, “In the beginning was the Word”?
“And the Word became flesh”, isn't that fresh?
You should know, that though, since the time is far spent,
The hour is coming, when He comes as He went;
On the clouds of heaven with great power and glory;
And if you're on the wrong side, well it's going to get gory;
For in flaming fire He'll take His vengeance, and His fire? Well, you can't quench it.
Whether in the field, or in the bed, He comes to judge the quick and the dead.
His judgment is final, His mercy is sure, and so is His justice, in righteousness pure.
Don't waste any more time beliving the lie, that you can be good enough - that's pie in the sky.
Islam talks a lot about submission, let me give you some advice; now sit up now listen.
When you follow rules to earn a wage that way, my friend trust me, you don't want that pay!
Instead you need mercy, the offer grace, which cannot be earned anytime, anyplace.
Turn now to Christ, the Savior of men;
What do you bring Him? Only your sin.
The substance is good, the cadence needs help! Boo bop peddy bop boo, boo bop peddy bop poo, do dop deddy dee do, do dop peddy dop poo!
I disagree, I thought it had the raw rhythm of the street and the kind of sublime anger that unites criminal and saint. A pulsing, pain-filled hymn that flew high above any mere School of Resentment.
I'm flattered by your review, and thank you for it.
Puritanchristian,
what can I say?
I am native american, natamllc, and we tend to flow where the wind blows and the breeze shows; after our feet are sap pitched with straw; that is then the direction of our toes! :) And as we say, "Ho"!
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