55. So Much More
There was a man, but so much more,
Who lifted all within His reach.
He taught the world His Father’s works
By faultless actions, flawless speech.
He said to all, “Come, follow me.”
But few there were who heard His voice.
And fewer still who lived His way.
The multitude would sin by choice.
He sought disciples from the ranks,
Of humble souls untouched by fame.
They chose to live their Master’s life,
And took upon themselves His name.
Not long they worshiped in His light,
And lifted others with His grace.
Yet, since that time He still remains,
The Way to Father's holiest space.
We have been warned to flee from pride,
Relying solely on the Christ.
He pleads for us at Father's throne.
His sufferings paid our every price!
But still, we struggle to obey,
The Law that we received from Him.
In vain, we selfishly deny,
That there's a price for every sin.
When we are troubled, sick at heart,
Let us recall Messiah's plea,
To leave our burdens at His feet,
And share His love with all we see.
Then we will be, oh, so much more,
Than those who shared a home above.
His sons and daughters we become,
When we lift others with His love.
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There was a man, but so much more,
Who lifted all within His reach.
He taught the world His Father’s works
By faultless actions, flawless speech.
He said to all, “Come, follow me.”
But few there were who heard His voice.
And fewer still who lived His way.
The multitude would sin by choice.
He sought disciples from the ranks,
Of humble souls untouched by fame.
They chose to live their Master’s life,
And took upon themselves His name.
Not long they worshiped in His light,
And lifted others with His grace.
Yet, since that time He still remains,
The Way to Father's holiest space.
We have been warned to flee from pride,
Relying solely on the Christ.
He pleads for us at Father's throne.
His sufferings paid our every price!
But still, we struggle to obey,
The Law that we received from Him.
In vain, we selfishly deny,
That there's a price for every sin.
When we are troubled, sick at heart,
Let us recall Messiah's plea,
To leave our burdens at His feet,
And share His love with all we see.
Then we will be, oh, so much more,
Than those who shared a home above.
His sons and daughters we become,
When we lift others with His love.
(c) www.servingjesuspoetry.com
Unlimited non-commercial usage allowed.