Writer's block broken
Okay, so I broke my 2-month long dry spell a couple days ago. This is the poem I finished. Enjoy. It is currently untitled.
This is our message, and our call
Who of you believed us all?
And to whom of you your eyes revealed
The hand of God move unconcealed
Plant seed on earth, of eternal yield
Laid down low, in mortal field
Of dry ground spring a tender shoot
And new life’s bring a tiny root
With no beauty, light or grace
Without light upon his face
Our eyes looked but did not see
A Saviour born, to set us free
No appearance, fair or high
To make us look and then draw nigh
For his lot was low and not great
Without beauty to appreciate
Our eyes deceived and blinded still
Could not conceive God’s Perfect Will
Rejected and despised by earth
Though His Gift of eternal worth
We called him sorrowed, a man of suffering
We hid our faces, and did not bring
The praise and glory due our king
Our voices did not rise and sing
Though the Messiah was here at last
We ignored and still looked past
Surely, surely, our wounds he bore
Carried our sorrows and forgave us more
Yet our words were of curses, not of praise
“Stricken” we called the Ancient of Days
We saw him mortal, as God’s wrath poured
We thought him as smitten, not as Lord
But truly the nails that were destined me
Were those holding Him to the tree
O’er our transgressions, His blood flowed
Releasing us of our heavy load
Our iniquities he took, God’s Wrath did He bear
And Innocent he hung, abandoned up there
Yea, broken and crushed was He
Smitten and crushed down for me
He was Innocent to His final breath
Dying that we may not taste death
Peace brought He in punishment’s place
Instead of tears, He rained down grace
By the wounds He bore for man
Dying to continue God’s Perfect Plan
Peace and healing was brought to all
And through Him now, we shall not fall
Though sheep we were, gone astray
God placed on Him, the debt to pay
And in our place, in our stead
He took the sin that stained us red
Placed in clothes of white instead
Under our feet the right path to tread
Oh sing Zion, sing of Grace
Look upon His shining Face
Weep because of mercy Divine
That took our wrath for all time
Shout to the Lord, sing to Him praise
Sing to the Lord, to the Ancient of Days
To Him we give glory, and joyfully bring
All Praise and all Honour due to our King
Whaddya think?
-Zack
This is our message, and our call
Who of you believed us all?
And to whom of you your eyes revealed
The hand of God move unconcealed
Plant seed on earth, of eternal yield
Laid down low, in mortal field
Of dry ground spring a tender shoot
And new life’s bring a tiny root
With no beauty, light or grace
Without light upon his face
Our eyes looked but did not see
A Saviour born, to set us free
No appearance, fair or high
To make us look and then draw nigh
For his lot was low and not great
Without beauty to appreciate
Our eyes deceived and blinded still
Could not conceive God’s Perfect Will
Rejected and despised by earth
Though His Gift of eternal worth
We called him sorrowed, a man of suffering
We hid our faces, and did not bring
The praise and glory due our king
Our voices did not rise and sing
Though the Messiah was here at last
We ignored and still looked past
Surely, surely, our wounds he bore
Carried our sorrows and forgave us more
Yet our words were of curses, not of praise
“Stricken” we called the Ancient of Days
We saw him mortal, as God’s wrath poured
We thought him as smitten, not as Lord
But truly the nails that were destined me
Were those holding Him to the tree
O’er our transgressions, His blood flowed
Releasing us of our heavy load
Our iniquities he took, God’s Wrath did He bear
And Innocent he hung, abandoned up there
Yea, broken and crushed was He
Smitten and crushed down for me
He was Innocent to His final breath
Dying that we may not taste death
Peace brought He in punishment’s place
Instead of tears, He rained down grace
By the wounds He bore for man
Dying to continue God’s Perfect Plan
Peace and healing was brought to all
And through Him now, we shall not fall
Though sheep we were, gone astray
God placed on Him, the debt to pay
And in our place, in our stead
He took the sin that stained us red
Placed in clothes of white instead
Under our feet the right path to tread
Oh sing Zion, sing of Grace
Look upon His shining Face
Weep because of mercy Divine
That took our wrath for all time
Shout to the Lord, sing to Him praise
Sing to the Lord, to the Ancient of Days
To Him we give glory, and joyfully bring
All Praise and all Honour due to our King
Whaddya think?
-Zack