What Was It Like - An Easter Peom

​What was it like?
 An Easter poem
 
What was it like
to reach out Your hand
and touch Your creation with the fingertips of man?
What was it like,
You, the Great I Am,
To be clothed in our flesh
and breathe with our breath?
You spoke a word and it came to be,
Yet came to this earth to set mankind free.

​What was it like to be bone of our bone
Living on the earth which was not Your heavenly home?
What was it like to heal and to hold,
Humankind, both the young and the old?
What was it like to smell the morning dew
or the unwashed bodies of the crowds pressing in to know You?
What was it like to look and to gaze
Into the eyes of children, to laugh and to play?
To hold the very life You created from the womb?
To save the sick and the lost when You were laid in Joseph’s tomb?
What was it like to sup with Your friends? To walk and to talk, to enjoy fellowship with them?
Was there joy? Were there tears? Was your heart stirred beyond what You imagined?
Did it heighten Your love for us and deepen Your compassion?
To cry tangible tears and wipe them from your eyes,
Did it help give a glimpse of the frailty of our lives?
Did it make you more determined to die on that cross?
To become Savior of the world for what had been lost?
Coming to earth as God in man, did it make you more willing to endure what was planned?
It was for the joy set before You on that tree,
where You reconciled man to God in eternal liberty.
 
What was it like for you to smell, taste, and feel? To see your creation through the eyes of a man?
To share in our laughter, to share in our tears, did it bring you closer to us as savior of the world?
To experience pain, grief, and loss in the heart you had made, with the knowledge of knowing whom you came to save,
Did it deepen your love? Did it make you truly feel? Did it break your heart and fuel Your every move?
 
You reconciled us to God whom did love,
Us so much, he sent his one and only Son from above.
 
You came as a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes,
grew up as a man, and walked the earth proclaiming God’s love
Healing the sick, giving sight to the blind, making the mute speak, and raising dead men back to life!
You died for our sins, hanging on that tree, breathing your last in victory.
Your body laid in the tomb, beaten and dead
While Your disciples scattered, they denied You, they fled.
The women were weeping, the stone rolled in place,
Yet after three days You rose victorious, you rose from the grave!
 
The burial cloths were folded, the tomb empty and revealed,
the sun had darkened with the earth trembling, and the veil ripped in two.
You conquered death once and for all, as God in the flesh, who sinned not at all.
Perfect and pure was his sacrifice
To bring us to heaven one day with eternal life,
Reigning with Him above in the clouds,
We now have sonship with Jesus, an inheritance crowned.
Up from the grave, He conquered and won,
Now victory with Jesus the battle is done!
 
Yet how did it feel
to be on this earth?
The one you created, the one you had birthed
From darkness to light
From nothing…to life!
What was it like to see, hear, and feel
With the heart of God encased in man
To feel what we feel and reach out with Your human hands?
What was it like to wipe our tears away
Or burst out in laughter or feel angry?
What was it like to be innocent yet accused,
To feel nails driven deep and be spear pierced too.
What was it like to feel the sharp thorns upon your brow
To endure beating and whipping
With blood pouring down?
What was it like to hear the mocking and taunts of evil men
Who cried, “Crucify, crucify, crucify Him!”
What was it like to hang on that cross
To be subject to spittle and subject to flogs?
What was it like when Your Father turned His face away
To not feel his presence but His judgement that day?
What was it like in the darkness, in the grave?
Were you scared or were You instead eager to regain
Life over death, victory to win.
The Grave destroyed and death with no sting.
What was it like to rise triumphant over death?
To have battled and overcome, to be the Victor, to have won?
What was it like to be caught up in the clouds?
To ascend into heaven,
Yet before you came down
To take on human flesh so you could win
A life of victory a life without sin
To reconcile man once more back to God
With a perfect,
sinless sacrifice
as the
Lamb
of
God.