Man of Sorrow {Guest Post}

Another amazing, Bible-inspired poem from Zane Gilley, which I trust will focus your thoughts on the gospel of Christ this Good Friday.

   Man of Sorrow
 
   The Son of God was born on earth to die,
   To rule not over sinful world below.
   The Son of Man is lifted up on high.
 
   The zealots lusted Rome to occupy;
   But Jesus knew his blood would freely flow
   The Son of God was born on earth to die.
 
   Peter, James, and John, saw with weary eye
   Jesus speaking in clouds with face aglow.
   The Son of Man is lifted up on high.
 
   The masses followed, their king to glorify.
   Singing ‘Hosanna!’, yet they did not know
   The Son of God was born on earth to die.
 
   He suffered greatly giving no outcry.
   With bleeding twisted thorns on broken brow,
   The Son of Man is lifted up on high.
 
   He sacrificed, our sins to purify.
   He spilt his blood and did to heaven go.
   The Son of God was born on earth to die.
   The Son of Man is lifted up on high.

Psalm 2 {Guest Post}

It’s my privilege to post another “Christian” poem by my favorite “post-Christian” poet, Zane Gilley.  Thanks for your contribution, Zane.  Beautiful work.

Psalm II
Why do the heathens fill themselves with rage
And the peoples imagine things in vain?
The monarchs of the world themselves engage
And rulers counsel and bring forth a plan
Against Almighty Jehovah on high
And the one he has annointed, saying,
“Let us break these bands we are restrained by,
And these cords away from us let us fling.”
The One enthroned in the heavens will laugh,
Jehovah God shall have them to deride.
Then he will speak unto them with his wrath
With his fury, they shall be terrified.
“I have placed upon the holy mountain
   Of Zion my king, the Anointed One.”
 
I proclaim the words of Jehovah One
That he has gracefully made known to me,
“Thou hast now become my beloved son
Even this day I have begotten thee.
Ask it of me, and I shall answer thee
Give thee thy inheritance, the heathen
And the farthest lands across the wide sea
To thee, begotten, for thine possession.
With your rod of iron broken are they,
And dashed into pieces like pottery.”
 
Now, O kings learn this lesson of wisdom
You rulers of the earth are warned of him.
Serve the Annointed One with holy fear
With much trembing kiss meekly his feet dear,
Lest he be enraged, you’ll die in his path,
For quickly kindled is his divine wrath.
 
Blessed are all that will
Take refuge in him still.

Psalm 1 {Guest Post}

A new friend, Zane Gilley, who now ironically is an atheist has sent me a couple of poetic adaptations of the Psalms which it is my pleasure to post here at the savant spot.  Enjoy!

Psalm I
Blessed be the man who doeth these things three:
Walketh not in the ungodly counsel,
Standeth not in the way of sinner’s feet,
Sitteth not in the seat of the scornful.
But he places his devoted delight
In the holiest laws of Jehovah.
He, all through the day and throughout the night,
Reverently meditates on the law.
He is like a tree planted by rivers
Of the liquid life giving sustenance.
He beareth fruit in season and offers
Lasting shade for those who under him chance.
Whatever he sets forth to do prospers
Giving the life of his neighbors enhance.
With the ungodly these things are not so,
For they are likened unto the dry chaff
That the winnowing wind that God dost blow
Carries away from the godly with wrath.
Therefore these men ungodly shall not stand
During the final day of God’s judging,
Nor shall these unholy ones have a hand
In holy righteous saints’ congregating.
For the mind of Jehovah Almighty
Knoweth the blessed way of the righteous,
But the accursed way of the ungodly
Will with gnashing of teeth ever perish.