Who Is This Jesus? – A Poem
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The other day I watched a segment on Good Morning, America about the Shroud of Turin. I found it very interesting how much debate and study has gone into this piece of cloth that may or may not have been the burial cloth of Jesus, as if somehow whatever scientists might discover about this cloth would solve the mystery of the ages.
There was one “expert” who was interviewed who believed this cloth was indeed the burial cloth of Jesus. But he also believed that the sightings of Jesus after His death and resurrection were actually just sightings of this burial cloth with the image of Jesus on it. This expert found it impossible to believe that Jesus was actually raised from the dead and was seen and touched by His disciples, but had no problem believing that these same disciples would mistake this piece of cloth for a living, breathing risen Christ.
I know that there are many people who refuse to believe that the resurrection of Christ really occurred. Others refuse to believe that Jesus was who He said He was, which is God incarnate. Still others refuse to believe that a person named Jesus of Nazareth ever even existed and that He is but a myth.
I, however, believe that Jesus walked this earth as the incarnation of the One True God; that He died on a cross to pay for the sins of all mankind; and that He physically rose from the dead and was seen by His disciples as a living, breathing person after His resurrection. That is what I believe, but each person must make their own decision as to what they believe. I am reminded of when Jesus questioned Peter:
When Jesus came to the region of Caesarea Philippi, he asked his disciples, “Who do people say the Son of Man is?”
They replied, “Some say John the Baptist; others say Elijah; and still others, Jeremiah or one of the prophets.”
“But what about you?” he asked. “Who do you say I am?”
Simon Peter answered, “You are the Christ,
the Son of the living God.”
Jesus replied, “Blessed are you, Simon son of Jonah, for this was not revealed to you by man, but by my Father in heaven.”
Matthew 16:13-17 (NIV).
Just as He asked Peter, Jesus asks each of us, “Who do you say that I am?”
Who Is This Jesus?
Who is this Jesus?
Some say He’s no one
His very existence they do shun
They do not know God’s only Son
Who is this Jesus?
Some call Him Christ
The Resurrection and the life
He is the answer to all my strife
Who is this Jesus?
Called King of the Jews
The One who brings Good News
He has become my writing muse
Who is this Jesus?
Prophets say Emmanuel
He came to earth with us to dwell
We’re no longer under Satan’s spell
Who is this Jesus?
Whose life was cut short
He was condemned by the high court
The truth of His rising some still distort
Who is this Jesus?
Who came as Prince of peace
His love and mercy will never cease
My devotion to Him will ever increase
Who is this Jesus?
My Savior and friend
My innocence He promised to defend
He will stand by me until the end
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For some reason I thought of a passage in Ecclesiastes:
For in wisdom is much grief:
And he that increases his knowledge
Increases his sorrow.
Thanks for stopping by and leaving such an interesting comment. That is a good verse to go with this post. Peace, Linda
I find it mind-boggling that anyone could think that grown men could mistake a piece of cloth for a man. I mean…they talked to him, for goodness sake! Did a piece of cloth show up on the beach cooking fish??? Gah!!
Oh, and the poem is awesome!! 🙂
Jeff, I was a bit aghast at the segment myself – could hardly believe I was hearing it right – but that’s what he said. It was fodder for a pretty good poem, though. 🙂 Peace, Linda
Who is this Jesus?
Called King of the Jews
The One who brings Good News
He has become my writing muse
That is so loving and so clever. I pray tonight that He would be my muse, too. The comment about the shroud with the face on it just goes to show that you can’t always trust an expert. Hi ho. : )
Linda, I think that is my favorite stanza, too. 🙂 I feel so blessed that He helps me write. I know He is definitely your muse, too, helping you to share Miranda’s story of redemption with us all. Peace, Linda
A fantastic testament to your faith…wonderful pen!
he’s the one who loved me when no one else did…what can i say…i can resist a lot of things…but not such love…
That is the perfect description of Jesus! 🙂 Peace, Linda
who do you say i am?
that is a question we each have to answer for ourselves…smiles..
hope you had a great easter…