Spoken Word : We were won

I wrote this spoken word two years ago (2012) and I wanted to share it all with you. I hope to record it some day, but for now, have a read :)

Love,

jane

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Let me tell you a story

one I’m sure you all know

It’s about a man and a cross

who’s life was inevitably lost

because it was the only way

it could cover our cost.

You know how it starts...

a baby in a manger

who won all our hearts

grew up to be a man of God

not just a man

but God in man form

a man with holy mission

who would weather the storm of humanity

OUR despicable insanity

OUR innate vanity

OUR perverse profanity

and he would call it: Christianity.

The story goes on

he travels and speaks

and he stumbles upon

Generations of sinful people

beggars, murderers, liars, thieves

for all those souls, our God cried, and grieved

This holy man, the very God we believe in

became real bones, real blood, real skin

so that we could have a chance

he gave us a cash advance

He paid the price before we were born

He paved a way, and the veil was torn

But he was shunned, he was hated

he was turned away

and still, and still,

he decided to stay

He was despised and rejected by mankind

but when He came down,

our fates and His, they were aligned

By the blood of the lamb we were made one

Dying to our sins, made alive in the Son

But like sheep, we have all gone astray

each wandering, looking for our own way.

 We mock him by forgetting

by putting us before him and not regretting.

“The Son of Man did not come to be served but to serve

and to give his life as a ransom for many”

No repayment was necessary, not even a penny.

He made himself nothing,

so we could be something

He was pierced for our transgressions

crushed for our iniquities

our lies, our hurts, our human disease

He was whipped and beaten

broken in death

His life, 33 years

gone in a breath.

He was rejected, backstabbed

betrayed by a friend

left alone, left to die

alone at the end.

Here my story ends, but His never will

though he was nailed to a cross on Calvary’s hill

He rose again, he prevailed still.

Jesus, the Christ. God’s only Son.

When he cried, “Father forgive them, for they know not what they’ve done.”

in that one shuddering breath, he beat death. He won.