Somehow the whole became many parts..
It’s wasn’t very easy for the Head to direct or speak or even smile…
with all the parts doing all their own things….pulling apart.
The very Heart of the Body was wrenched to and fro, such agony and pain…
Soon all the inward parts began to be exposed…
While the outward parts so loved to hide…
This Body once so beautiful and many more adornments to enhance..
Was torn and twisted….a ghastly sight, so desperately in need,
Some of the Body parts, ‘seeing’ this, began to reach for help..
This helped the Head for a short time…to rejoin sinews, joints and marrow.
Alas some other parts were ‘hell bent’ on the shooting of sharp arrows.
The injuries – immense and deep…the wounding to such a measure…
His Heart near broken…now with all vanity and repose long gone,
The mocking and the scorn, the humiliation – not new,
For once before this was the case…His Body hung for all to see…
Upon that rough hewn Cross of Calvary
And as then, at that time, when all seemed lost
The sight of His Body, near no man could peruse,
For the afflictions and the scorn,
Driven on and on with hatred
And all the blows specifically directed,
With every effort to inflict the fatal blow,
His Head, upon that Body lifted
And all ears inclined to hear His cry,
For this was for sure the end
Not limb nor any other part left unbroken,
His Voice began and sounded,
At a volume all to hear
Those near and far
Transfixed, as if to that same Cross also..
He spoke: “I t i s f i n i s h e d!”
At that moment a mighty roar
And darkness fell in instant
Then ripping sound, the clothe…
The very veil of Heaven rent
From top to bottom spent
P A U S E…
A time for now…to contemplate
A life that spoke and moved
Among so many on this Earth
Not spangled with great treasures
No glitz nor glamour to attract
Yet words and deeds, His actions
Loving, Kind, Merciful,
None had walked upon this earth
In such a Way before,
The Tomb closed up and all gone home
Now only those of faithful few remained
To mourn their loss…such grief
One last visit to the tomb
The women, allowed to go from home
For no point hanging out around
All manner of great sorrow
Traversed the ground with haste
Right up and entranced to the tomb
What is this…it’s open?
The angel spoke…
Fast forward to the time
For all disciples in the upper room
Not comprehending or remembering
His words, spoken in hope they would yet understand.
Instantly He appeared..and said again…
“Peace be with you.”
Absorb those words,
for He is here
Not just a time past gone,
More like a mirror so that we see…
His head begin to lift…
His eyes so full of Holy Fire…of heat intensified to White
He spoke the Words for one and all to hear
That it was done and finished
And breathed His last
And let His Body go..
He comes to claim His own to Him
All parts in places scattered.
All along His plan, united
Living, moving, breathing
Jesus wants His Body back!
Jesus rose up from the grave,
In Spirit and in Truth,
His Body Glorified,
The Resurrection Power spent
To show us then and so in time
He would return again
His Body beauty bound…
Refinements and adornments
Not even seen for Glory Shining
His skin, his teeth, his fingers, toes
All joints, all tender parts
Restored in rightful place and form
The Body thought…and feelings
Of His time of absence, a flitter of a distant memory
For He and Life here present…
All restoration, healing, joined efforts of the parts,
His Life blood flowing unhindered from the past
His Kingdom come and will be done
On Earth as it’s in Heaven.
Jesus has His Body back!