To Be A Son

"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