He Heard Us
6/20/01


He heard us in heaven
He heard us on earth

He heard our cries for help
The moaning of our captive spirits
The weeping of our empty souls

He heard them in heaven
He loved us so much
He sent his son to die for us
He died upon the cross

He heard us in Gethsemane
Where he decided there was no other choice
For us he must die

Then
On the cross
His pain unquenchable
Was tempted to save himself
More then once

But he remembered us
He heard our cries
And in his mind
He saw our wallowing
Wallowing in our own sin

He heard us cry
He heard the whole world cry
And he couldn’t stand the pain it caused
He had pity on us
He thought us as sheep without a shepherd

And then
In the power of his infinite might
He drew one last breath and said
It is finished
And then he died

Well the disciples ran away
His mother wept tears
And all on earth was at a loss
But on the third day
He rose to life

He heard us everywhere he went
And that is why he came
He could have destroyed us all
But instead
He chose to suffer



This wasn't my best poem. In fact, it was so poorly written, I wasn't sure if I should put it on the site. I think, however, that the last stanza pretty much sums up Jesus' life, and it sums up the whole poem. The last stanza could have been the poem itself. The purpose of this poem was to lay out the choices that Jesus had, and the decisions that he made. He could have chose to leave us alone. But he made himself one of us. He could have chose to let us pay for our sin, but he paid for us. He could have saved himself and become king, but he became our servant. All in the name of mercy, love, and grace he intervened, and he gave us hope, salvation, and created for us, an alternate destiny… to be like him, perfect, pure, servant-like, and a child of God, the Lord. Let's not take Jesus for granted.