The Body (of Christ)

Suppose there was a person who quickly fell and died.
Maybe part of who he was said “innocent!” but lied.

So..

What if his hands said to his feet,
“We’re jealous of your toes,”
And in so doing forgot that
They’re holding a fire hose.

What if his toes said to his eyes,
“We’re jealous of your sight,”
And in so doing forgot that
They’re running in a fight.

What if his eyes said to his heart,
“We’re jealous of your beat,”
And in so doing forgot that
They’re spotting dangerous heat.

What if his heart said to his tongue,
“I’m jealous of your voice,”
And in so doing forgot that
It’s sustaining every choice.

What if his tongue said to his brain,
“I’m jealous of your head,”
And in so doing forgot that
It’s a spokesman aforesaid.

Maybe such is how he died:
His body parts were proud.
We’ll never know, but maybe so,
Could it be said too loud?

This past week, God has been teaching me how to appreciate the body of Christ. I have previously struggled with being jealous of others’ walk with God, envying different traits of theirs and how God has built them when that is actually pride. He has been teaching me to appreciate others’ walk with God and look at their spiritual lives for encouragement. We may be running a race, but this isn’t a competition with each other. We are a team, a unified body. We are to look to Jesus Christ, the author, and finisher of our faith, and push each other to Him, regardless of where we are or they are in the race.

It is a wonderful thing when the body of Christ is simply.. the body of Christ.

Faith Is Always Made Sight

My Savior, Jesus, called my name and wooed me out to sea.
I heard Him past the farthest depths and heard His love for Me.
I raised the mast and set the sail. I left to ne’er return.
I sought for Jesus with the cost that land, I must spurn.

The clouds grew dark and winds blew hard. I wept through endless rain.
I sought for Jesus more and more, yet still braved ceaseless pain.
“Jesus! Please! I know You’re there! I just can’t see Your face!
When will Your grand promises be proven in this place?!”

The thunder rolled when suddenly, I heard His gentle voice.
“Peace, be still,” calmed the seas and caused me to rejoice!
The sun broke through the stormy clouds as everything fell low.
The light blue sky swept above revealing Him below!

He ran across the still, smooth sea and jumped into my ship!
He grasped my hand and shook it firm with heaven’s fearless grip.
He laughed then cried along with me. He took away my fears!
He hugged me hard then looked at me to wipe away my tears.

“Blessed are you who trusted Me when everything looked grim,
Who sailed through torrents strong and prayed when everything grew dim.
You see, My friend, I don’t forget the tears of My dear saints.
I always come to rescue them before the strongest faints.”

The past month of my life is summarized in this poem.
Two days ago, the winds finally ceased, and I saw Jesus.
I always knew He was there; I just couldn’t see Him.
Thus being said, as a good friend once told me:

“Faith is always made sight!”

Prayer That Stays

A man unknown steps through a door and falls to the ground.
He struggles up to his knees, and chokes out painful sound.
His eyes are shut and yet they’re not, he sees his Father’s throne.
His heart begins to beat with God’s, the rhythm’s not alone.

All heaven stands on toes in wait to hear his humble prayer:
The prayer that never ceases till the altar’s lit a’flare.
He prays and prays with moans and tears; he weeps in silence still.
And yet in heaven’s realms there is a charge of anthem thrill.

He surpassed “fun” and earthly games, he left his friends “good time”,
And yet in heaven’s saintly realms, he is one of a kind.
For elsewhere in the world there’s a sound of sporting cheer,
And yet the real hurrah in life is found nowhere but here.

For though all men cheer on the ball and athlete big and strong,
The real applause is found on knees, praying hard and long.
No one cares about the man, who leaves to take up prayer,
And yet our Lord God above listens to his dare.

He stays and stays as the time flies by; the angels’ roar grows loud.
Just as when Elijah looked and said, “I see a cloud!”
The Father’s will had found a flow, a channel through a heart:
A heart that knew the Father’s will needed a prayer’s start.

And though this unknown man die such, another grave below,
It was by Him all heaven’s joy came down like winter snow.
So when you think of lengthy prayer, don’t think of monks who snore.
Think of heaven’s greatest knights who fight their Savior’s war.

A Prayer Away, a Choice To Stay

The Son of God falls to His knees. His arms can’t bear the weight!
He looks up through His flowing blood to see His gruesome fate.
He tries to stand but falls again. A man steps to His side
And lifts the cross along with Him, the Christ so falsely tried.

But how the angels long to help! They weep before the throne.
The Father weeps along with them, yet cries, “Leave Him alone!”
They know the plan, they know the hope, they know the three-day cheat,
But still the Son of God in shame with death He has to meet.

The Son of God lays down His wrists to feel the nails go through.
He looks up to the skies above and thinks, “The will of You!”
He’s lifted up on Calvary with two thieves at His side
Who hang up there along with Him, the Christ so falsely tried.

But how the angels long to come and take Him from such shame,
To heal His wounds, remove His scars, and save Him from such pain!
Yet still, the Father holds His ground, as the oceans hold His tears,
As He turns His back to Him, His Son to hear hell’s cheers.

All heaven weeps as every tear cries the same thought loud,
The same thought that in helplessness sees darkness in each cloud.
“Oh, we’d come to rescue You! We’re just a prayer away!
And yet you choose to die for sin; for saints, You must stay.”

A reminiscent three days pass as heaven holds its breath
To see their King rise from the dead and triumph over death!
And as the Son walks to the throne, His father smiles wide.
The angels smile wide as well, but oh, how heaven cried!