This Same Jesus

He was a carpenter’s son

It’s written in the book

But he was far more than that

If you take more than just a look.

In the beginning was the Word

And the world was created by him,

This same Word gave up his life

To save mankind from sin.

It was not taken from him

As some may dare to believe

But he took on himself our death

That his life we may receive.

The fulfillment of the Law

And spoken of by the prophets

This same Jesus

Is the world’s most widely discussed topic.

Born of the Virgin Mary

In the little spoken of town,

This same Jesus whom angels worship

For us gave up his heavenly crown.

He led a life of poverty

Though all the world was his

And relinquished all in his Father’s care

And not a single step did he miss.

From heaven’s palatial splendor

To a world in which he had no home

Came this same Jesus

To rescue his sheep that roam.

His life was a perfect walk

Though many his teachings balked

Yet no man spoke as Jesus talked

Even though the Pharisees had him stalked.

Baptized in the muddy Jordan

By the Baptist we know as John

And right there in that same river

The world’s greatest ministry had dawned.

Next was his trek to the desert

By the devil to be tempted

For there is nothing that we face

From which he could have been exempted.

The devil would hit his hardest,

The three temptations were his best shots,

Over each Jesus was triumphant

Defeating all three of the devil’s plots.

He chose a motley group

The disciples he called his crew,

A selection that baffled the world

But in the end only one dropped through.

His miracles could not be disputed

They were authentic to say the least,

The last would be his ascension

The first was at a wedding feast.

He walked on water and fed thousands

And some followed for the bread and fish

But those that feasted on his words

He exceeded their greatest wish.

His teachings were unparalleled

And he taught as one having authority,

Not as the Scribes and the Pharisees

That advocated insularity.

His parables were soul searching

Of the earth but heavenly defined

And though the disciples oft didn’t grasp

He would explain their ultimate design.

Not a single book has he written

But he is the greatest co-author ever,

Sixty-six books of the written word

That the Holy Spirit has pulled together.

His lifestyle was simplicity

He cared not for the things of this world

Yet he traversed it with humility

As he walked as the Living Word.

He resigned to his Father’s will

Though life’s path was rugged and steep

And identified with hurting people

When at a tomb he would weep.

The beasts of the field had holes

The birds of the air had their nests

But this same Jesus creator of everything

Owned no place for his head to rest.

He slept often in the wild

Where to his heavenly Father he prayed,

Not my will he had resigned

When he viewed that horrid day.

 

  

In the garden of Gethsemane

His sweat seemed mingled with blood

As he mentally prepared himself

For the cross and our ultimate good.

The cross that beckoned from eternity

The cross on which his blood was spilt

The blood of the spotless Son of God

Shed to pardon us from sin and guilt.

A contemptuous miscarriage of justice

Fitted into Almighty God’s plan

As they sentenced him to crucifixion

The price for the redemption of man.

The creator crucified by his subjects

Their own lifeline they thought to sever

But glory hallelujah this same Jesus

Arose from the grave triumphant

And now is alive forever.

He will come again for his own

Those whom the Father has promised him,

Those that call to him for salvation

Those that have been saved from sin.

This same Jesus, yes, this same Jesus

Once dead but now alive forever

Will come again he assures us

To gather his redeemed together.

Are you ready?  Are you ready?

Are you ready for that day to come?

Are you ready?  Are you ready?

Are you ready for the return of God’s Son?

Stewart Russell © 2016