I'm not sure where these will end up. I started with the phrase Behold the Lamb of God. As I began a poem (you see, I didn't get very far) another thought struck me of someone in the Nephite crowd. Someone that was in the back of the line patiently waiting his chance to meet the Savior. Then, he looks up and sees a crowd of over 1500 people. He would have been in despair to realize he was in the back. But, the Savior took the time for everyone in that crowd. Just as he traveled many inconvenient and out-of-way courses just to help one individual. I decided to pursue a poem along these lines. So far, I only have two choppy verses and a chorus (any help or critique would be great. As I've said before, my rhythm is horrible).
Behold the Lamb of God
Earthquakes and darkness covered the Earth
Behold the Lamb of God
He Took the Time
As he called us forward, I noticed that I was at the end of the line.
1500 hundred people were in front of me pressing their way to the Savior.
As the day began to wane, I felt that I had lost my chance.
Then, I saw the nail prints in his hands.
He took the time.
He took the time to rescue me from darkness
He too the time to feed the hungry
He took the time to provide living water
He took the time to heal those who were sick
He took the time to bless my sweet child
He took the time to save me.
I sat at my father's well, drinking the bitter water
Contemplating my unrighteous dilemma
Suddenly he appeared asking for a drink of water
I left my water pot in exchange for his living cup
He took the time.
He took the time to rescue me from darkness
He too the time to feed the hungry
He took the time to provide living water
He took the time to heal those who were sick
He took the time to bless my sweet child
He took the time to save me.
As I wrote this, I realized something amazing. In John Chapter 4, Jesus comes to the woman at the well. He has nothing to draw with. In other words, he has no cup. He promises the sinful woman living water. Then, she leaves her water pot after she confesses her sin. Often, Jesus refers to His suffering for us as drinking out of a bitter cup. We give him our cups or water pots in exchange for his living cup of water. He then drinks from our bitter cups, so that we can receive His cup.
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There is a lot to learned by the phrase that he "took the time." My first thought, as I read this, is that "I am worth his time." Then I took that a but further and began to think about all the people who have changed my life by simply taking the time. It's a lot like the scavenger hunt you did with the young men when they were too busy to take the time to help someone.
ReplyDeleteThank you for posting your thoughts on this it has been quite thought provoking.