"What manner of man is this?" Asked brave, experienced fishermen Silenced, awed, terrified He had commanded a storm into stillness What manner of man is this? Tortured on a cross for being perfect Back ripped off, spiky thorns in his brain Beaten beyond recognition Iron nails through his hands and feet Suffering unspeakably, he is mocked by a thief Now he loves another and grants eternal life Asking forgiveness for his tormentors Oh, that I would be such a man Clearly it hurts to love like that But surely it must feel amazing too How do I love like that? I cannot, but then can I? Did he not say I could be like him? It has touched me Gripping my heart, compelling my tongue Unthinkable words, daring requests That he would put me through it all Anything, no matter the cost That I might grow to love like that Didn't I? I know I prayed it, I thought it from heaven This is my Baptist moment The cousin of the Lamb Commissioned to pave the way In a dungeon asking,"Are you the One?" One more time Teach me to love them like you, Lord Let me burn inside Bottomless love Unsearchable love Make me shine with the Morning Star Reveal yourself in me Stephen Pursell, 9/04 |   |
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