He was despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief; and as one from whom men hide their faces he was despised, and we esteemed him not.
Isaiah 53:3
A tree took root in Galilee from Judah’s tribe, for all to see. Of royal lines, with high repute in Galilee, a tree took root. His reign foretold, from David’s branch by God’s design and not by chance. He is the Christ, to all behold from David’s branch, His reign foretold. By heaven’s hands, from Jesse’s stock upon this stone, our solid rock. No greater love, His banner stands from Jesse’s stock, by heaven’s hands. The cornerstone, He was adorned but first He was despised and scorned. A carpenter, mocked by His own He was adorned, the cornerstone. With holy fruits from budding vines Messiah blooms, His glory shines. His righteousness to us imputes from budding vines with holy fruits. God’s peace He brings, our risen Lord His lasting grace, our great reward. From Jesse’s stump, His mercy springs our risen Lord, God’s peace He brings. Poetry Type: Swap Quatrain
3 responses to “The Nazarene”
I was blessed to see three new poems from you! Again, I am running out of superlatives for you!
The last stanza really hits home. His Grace… His mercy… His peace.
D.
The Nazarene Church in Farmer City is where Grandma Daisy would go to worship when she visited us. I remember holding her hand at age five and walking a block to the church with her. Your poem reminded me of her and your words were not understood then but are gracious now. I love your poem. People need to know who Jesus is. Love ya and God Bless in Jesus name MOM
Thank you, Momma! I love hearing that memory about Great, Grandma.