The Hill...Psalm 22

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The Hill...Psalm 22

Has it ripped you?

The Prince torn by savage hate

His kindness mocked

His priestly weight?

Beneath a Mother weeps

While placed in friend’s kind care.

A thief beside the Cross

Encounters Paradise there.

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And holy lords rant vengeance

For every threat to fake faith’s sham

Messiah clearly God’s One Lamb

Whose blood absolves each sin

Look upon this!

Weep and win.

Consider reverently Hebrews 10


This is the transaction no one saw coming. The Word says that they were astonied / astonished. A simple, poor Man with an ethic thought to be totally unworkable in an Age of oppression, deceit, compromise and manipulation.

But Jesus spoke of love, self-denial, compassion, the extra mile, generosity, absorbing the assault. Heaven’s goal above all else.

He was too astute for their scheming questions. He pulled out the rug from beneath their innumerable traditions and rules. He called them whited sepulchres, vipers and hypocrites. He won the hearts of the hungry, longing people. He had to be removed.

The High Priest said that it was expedient that one man should die for the sake of the people. Otherwise the Roman occupiers would smell insurrection, and punish the whole Nation.

The arrest was easy. The Prisoner was totally submissive. He died upon a suffocating perch of dread and humiliation. A Cross, just like so many Hebrew victims. And that was the end of it all. Wasn’t it?

Morning of Delight

The followers hid

The Jews got rid

Of every hope His

Sermons had inspired.

Eleven in despair

Stripped of His sweet care

Where gone the ministry

They had all desired?


But Mary arrived

Claimed their Lord survived

And met her at the sunrise

Just as prophets required.

And Evil lost the day

Delight replaced dismay

New energies of Grace

For saints once lost and tired.

Into Our Stuff

Just once in all our human flood Perfection took on flesh and blood And left a Heavenly throne He came into a dusty land And clung unto a Hebrew band To make their plight His own. A precious, faithful lass His door As once the prophet said before Omitting sin’s seed sown. And He held title to our pain And sampled every mortal strain And for our sin atoned. Oh let the halls of worship ring This Carpenter our God and King And we no more alone. Ascended, where from whence He came Messiah then His hard-earned name And all of Love’s Plan shown.


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