Emptiful Vessels
Gethsemane: “Abba! Father! “If”…..and…..”but”… The cry of soul-filled love and cry of terror sorrowed down to death,-
Who was it said that ‘Yes’?- ‘Not my will but yours be done!’? A man, a truly man, a truly God within the Trinity.
Obey like Him who did obey,- bent down the ear to all his Father willed,- to death
His passion and his dying were not some hiccup on the way to glory: His hour of Glory
The Cross was timber, yes but it was more. The Cross was Sin, our Sin -that was its core,
A never-ending ocean, bottomless and shoreless”,- his passion and his dying, instead of us, for us.
He carried it at first, a heavy load. Was later nailed to it, with pain untold.
Sorrow clouds now gather, Days of sin’s great gloom, The Holy One prepares himself for utter abandonment experienced.
He was despised — yet a man of sorrow — yet familiar with suffering— yet we averted our gaze— yet
‘I have revealed your name upon the cross I have glorified you upon the cross
Uncork the Wine of the Crucified,- abundant Feast for now a wine-washed world.
The one who sought to crush the holiness of God within that Man upon the Cross was in the crushing crushed.
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