Behold the man.
The first Adam.
Created in the image of God for companionship.
Created in perfection for the purpose of worshiping God.
See in the garden, he makes a decision, and falls into temptation.
In this garden sin, death, and despair enter into the world.
He is now afraid, spiritually dead.
Physical death in the future follows.
All who come after are tainted as well.
But a promise is given.
Behold The Man.
The last Adam.
Eternal God taking on flesh, come to earth to dwell.
Willing to suffer humiliation.
Born to die.
See His sinless life
The Lamb of God who will remove the stain of sin from us all.
Beaten for us, by His stripes we are healed.
He prays in a garden, submitting to God’s will.
He is stripped naked, crucified for all to see.
He bears God’s wrath in our place.
Laid in a borrowed tomb in a private garden
In this garden death is conquered.
O death where is thy sting and grave where is thy victory?
Life and hope enter the world in this garden.
A promise kept.
Two thousand years ago Pilate proclaimed-Behold The Man.
That call rings down through the ages today.
What will you do in this here and now?
With this Man Jesus, The Christ, The Way.
2 comments:
Nice poem and I like the picture of the cactus too. I'm glad you put the name on the picture because I was about to ask what it is called.
glad you liked the poem. just found the comment. I love the desert in spring-it is so pretty
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