Deus Homo Poem For Good Friday Lent and Easter

Deus Homo

Who is this man
who hangs like fruit from a tree
baking beneath the sun
shrunken, shriveled like a prune,
writhing in misery?

Who is this man
whose flesh is being used like lumber –
cold, iron nails piercing hands and feet,
under the weight of the world,
under the weight of a pounding hammer?

Who is this man
who forgives while being crushed by their sin,
who turns the other cheek
while being jeered and spat at
time and time again?

Who is this man
who cries out, “My God, my God,
why have you forsaken me”,
who breathes his last breath
and swings motionless from a tree?

Who is this man
whose death shakes the earth at her core,
who brings the roars of thunder,
and tore the veil of the Temple,
open for all forevermore?

And who is this man
who Death couldn’t hold,
older than the dawn of time,
grander than the universe itself,
who creates anew, who constantly unfolds?

He is Jesus of Nazareth.
He is the Christ.
He is the Word made flesh.
He is the Light that conquers the darkness.
He is the inspirational force of creation.
He is the sound blaring in the silence.
He is Deus Homo.

Justin Farley

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The Day Love Bore the World’s Pain – A Poem About Jesus’ Crucifixion

Crucifixion

The Day Love Bore the World’s Pain – A Poem About Jesus’ Crucifixion and Good Friday

Plunged into the depths of our sin,
Flogged for our failures,
Pierced for our pride.
The blood you sacrificed
Restores the soul to life.

In your mercy you drank the cup of wrath
That was destined for our lips.
Humbly took what we deserved,
Even as mankind sealed your fate with a kiss.

You did not consider pain a problem
To be dealt with from the safety of heaven’s throne,
But cast yourself as a suffering servant
To bear sin’s price alone.

We do not serve a king
Who saw not a glimpse of war,
But who fought on the front lines.
We can call him “Abba, Father”
Knowing he understands the tears in our eyes.

On that day, love bore cold iron nails,
A crown of thorns,
And carried the sin of the world upon his shoulders.
Say what you want about him,
But the cross prevents you from saying he doesn’t love you.

But the cross was not the end.
It was the beginning.
A trail was blazed through sin’s frontier,
But the path still stands before us.
Our own cross waits to be borne and carried.
Our own flesh waits to be crucified.
Will you follow him when he calls?
Will you die to yourself
So that you may be reborn in spirit?

The Crucifixion stands as the greatest act
Of love the world will ever know.
But let us not forget that he didn’t give his life
So that we could ignore action,
But that we may find the faith to take it.
Jesus calls us everyday to discipleship.
It is not enough to be a bystander to the cross.
Are you willing to follow him?
Are you willing to pay the cost?

-Poem Written by Justin Farley

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