Compassion Born, Compassion Fulfilled

And He Himself is the propitiation for our sins, and not for ours only but also for the whole world.
1 John 2:2 (NKJV)

Atonement

Born in man all ill of will,

Patience lost with reasoning unreal.

Transparent elixirs alluring call,

His face pressed against a wall.

Hear the siren’s tempting song,

Pressing darkness moves along.

He searches with desperate desire

Hopeless, lost, flailing, evil fire.

As all seems lost to man.

Reckless abandon, increasing span.

Farther from God does he move.

Needful heart cries reprove

Have Compassion for him…

Jesus walks, cross bears down,

Scourging pain, thorny crown.

Hilltop seen as all await,

Son of Man a certain fate.

But fulfill the words ancient and passed

As God’s plan unfolds eternally cast.

Nails to wood with hands in between,

Cries of pain, course stayed seen.

The hour comes the temple falls

And the Savior for all, Flesh palls.

But in three days miraculous rise

He defeats death, Satan’s demise

Compassion fulfilled.

2013 Rick Stassi