PROMISED MESSIAH

Why did not the priests see in Jesus,
The promised Messiah?
Was it arrogance and blind pride ,
Or hearts full of ire?
His words sweet, His message clear
To those who heard
With open mind and humble heart,
They heard God’s word.

Pilate mockingly fulfilled the words
Isaiah told of old,
With cruel whip and spiteful cries.
Yet love did unfold,
Could they not see true majesty
In a God of love?
Could they not feel his strength
From heaven above?
He is my promised Messiah and God,
My Redeemer sweet.
He is my pathway back to heaven
And there worship at His feet.

M Ann Margetson. Sept 25 1998 ©