Who is Like God? part11

In the natural world beauty is reclaimed by its mother earth
And the cycle seems to repeat itself with another birth
But we know that salvation is a thing of immeasurable worth
Only through a union with God can we turn death into birth

But walking beside the reaper of the lake,
Was to be more pleasure than he could take.
He wondered if she’d noticed that he’d begun to shake
The unstable earth under his feet seemed to quake

But of course he was perplexed by the thought of being in love
Did his passion come from beneath him, or somehow from above?
All he knew is it awakened the poet in him, and it fit him like a glove
He knew he would not have to leave his cross behind, if push came to shove

For as he had read; as love crowns you, it will also crucify you,
He had always known from his past experience that this was very true
Still the bliss of falling was the best feeling he ever knew
The times he had felt that way before were oh so very few

He wondered, could he dare to compare his ecstasy at all
To his Savior’s who seemed to set Himself up for a fall?
When He turned to Judas and told him to go and heed his call
By doing so, He showed us the intense love He had for us all
I know that His love is mighty great and ours is so very small

He knew the ones that loved him tried to protect him from pain
And he knew the thought of this was driving him insane
Because he realized without pain there is no gain
This is something his favorite poet tried to explain

Pain is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heels your sick self
The creature void of form did not want to run from this potion or leave on the shelf
The cup He brings, though it burn your lips has been fashioned of the clay
Which the Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears
The creature void of form understood what the mystic poet was trying to say
He had learned to see this truth throughout his many years

It seemed strange that the ones that tried to protect him from strain
Never seemed to know the value of their pleasure and pain
A value so hard to see with a worldly measure
Much of our pain is caused from the seeking of pleasure
Pain is to pleasure as business is to leisure
Many fail to see it, but they are both, a treasure.

Jesus said Father, if thou art willing remove this cup from me; yet not my will but Thine be done
Yet the Father in his love and wisdom did not take the cup of glory from His only begotten Son
And Jesus willingly accepted the Potters cup so that the battles could be won
So that the Father could reclaim the world from the hands of the evil one