In pondering what to write for my Thankful Thursday poem, I couldn’t think of a synonym for thankful that I wanted to write about (not even using my online Thesaurus). So I decided instead to write about something I am thankful for. The thing that has been on my mind lately (which you might have noticed if you’ve read any recent posts) is prophecy.
There are so many prophecies about Jesus in the Old Testament that I love to read. Although my faith is primarily grounded in my own experience with how Jesus has changed me and changed my life, the analytical part of me that sometimes has doubts needs something more. The fulfillment of Old Testament prophecies by Jesus, often times in ways He could not from a human perspective have controlled, provides the “something more” that answers any doubts. For that, I am eternally thankful.
Prophecy foretold His coming
Righteousness He would bestow
On all who called upon His name and His
Punishment took as their own
Humbly He bowed to the Father’s will
Emmanuel, whose blood was spilled
Could not be held by death, He rose
Yahweh saved, His promise fulfilled
One of my favorite prophecies concerning the crucifixion (besides Isaiah 53) is Psalm 22:
My enemies surround me like a pack of dogs;
an evil gang closes in on me.
They have pierced my hands and feet.
I can count all my bones.
My enemies stare at me and gloat.
They divide my garments among themselves
and throw dice for my clothing.
Psalm 22:16-18 (NIV).