When I was approached and asked
To write poetry for tonight –
I said ‘yes’
Writing is something I have done since I was a child
And I have a passion for the page,
For the stage
And so imagine my shock
And self-directed rage
To later discover that I had
Next to zero poems about Jesus.
But then I realised that
Poetry is something I tend to write
When I am miserable
And hungry for the melody of words
But Jesus has given me so many opportunities to rejoice
And so subconsciously,
(Not out of choice)
I had few poems to pick from.
So I wrote this one.
I’ve heard the story of
One hundred times.
But only yesterday did it break my heart.
Is never silent,
So I want these words to be an offering to Him,
You’ve heard ‘thank you for the music’
Well Lord, thank you for these words.
Because only yesterday did I truly see
A God, yes, but a man who died for me
A man who was rejected
Who was flayed, whose flesh was torn
A man who was prepared
To lose his own father
And his friends
We can all be self-deprecating
At the best of times,
And self-love and care are paramount
When put into perspective –
Who am I?
Who are you?
Who are we
To be loved by perfection
By someone we treated with rejection?
The notion itself is ridiculous;
Almost too good to be true,
Because of course,
I have flaws
And so do you.
I’ll get irritated by the loud people next door
And I’ll get angry or jealous
Or do something I regret,
When we look to Jesus’ example,
There is only ample
Evidence of love and forgiveness.
In all his perfection,
Never once despised us.
He alone was righteous without being
To pray for his murderers
While they were doing the killing.
A man whose hands were to be nailed
Because we had failed.
Whose feet would be secured to blocks of wood.
You know that feeling when you get salt
In a papercut?
Now imagine vinegar being poured into open wounds
And envision a man
Who chose to do this –
all for you.
Jesus is the Word,
Who spoke no word.
Meant that I could be free.
So I can no longer be silent,
About a man who endured so much violence
Out of the goodness of His will,
And it’s all possible
Because Jesus didn’t come to earth
Because you were good;
“It is not the healthy who need a doctor,
but the sick.”
So even though I’ve messed up
He has chosen to free me from my sin.
I have cried every time
I’ve entered His presence,
I’ve been overwhelmed
By His realness.
And I initially despised it
Or tried hard to disguise it,
Thinking I was above this,
As though I,
The great Nikki Acquah,
But guess what?
Knowing Jesus is terrifying
Because he strips us from our pride,
Till we deny ourselves
And carry our own cross.
He is saviour, He is deliverer,
He’s the healer in whom I trust
And even Jesus wept
In John 11:35
has killed so many,
I would rather exist in humility
for Jesus Christ.
So now when I think
Of how a man was tortured for love of me,
I allow myself to feel the emotion freely,
God I’m so thankful for your Word,
In many more ways than One,
I’m so thankful for the Father,
For the Spirit
And Your Son.