Lest Ye Be Judged
Author: Mark Spencer
It was an ordinary day.
No signs within the Milky Way.
No prophesies from ancient script,
Pulled from a cave, or moldy crypt.
He just descended from the sky,
No sound of trumpets from on high.
He came to rest next to a tree,
Inside a university.
The students there were all amazed,
Each one of them confused and dazed.
And when He spoke, they all knelt down,
They kissed His feet and touched His gown.
But then a sound cut through the air,
Police cars filled the campus square.
Security rushed from the quad,
Guns pointed at the Son of God.
A teacher saw the Lord's descent,
It was a sight he did resent.
Taking offense at this display,
He had police take Him away.
They put handcuffs on Jesus' wrists,
And forced Him to cease and desist.
They took Him to the county jail,
And held our savior without bail.
They charged Him with a heinous crime,
Said He would surely do some time.
He broke a fundamental rule,
His teachings aren't allowed in school.
Yet what of those Christian Crusades?
The victims of those bloody raids?
The thought of this made His judge cringe,
These innocents must be avenged!
Then filled with animosity,
They charged Him with atrocities.
Before Jesus could take a breath,
They sentenced Him again...to death.
And as they strapped Him to the chair,
A crackle echoed through the air.
And when the gathered haters cheered,
The Son of God just disappeared.
Then lightening flashed across the sky,
And He was seen by every eye.
His reaper's scythe descended then,
Attracted to the stain of sin.
And all were judged as they judged Him,
The fate the guilty faced was grim.
And those who practiced to deceive,
Were judged by what their hearts believed.
The truth exposed each soul's deceit,
And laid them bare at our Lord's feet.
The old world ended on that day,
The weeds of sin were cast away.
And if these words have made some sense,
I pray they've weakened pride's defense.
But in the end, the roads you've trod,
Remain between your soul and God.
So judge the Lord as you see fit,
But let no earthly soul forget,
That every stone you cast His way,
Will be returned on Judgment Day.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Megan (22.214.171.124) -- Tuesday, November 8 2011, 08:43 am|
What an amazing poem this is! I don't think you're far off on how Jesus would be treated in today's world. He's treated that way now.
|Wess (126.96.36.199) -- Saturday, February 4 2012, 01:22 am|
Here in California, sometimes all it takes is the mere mention of Christ's name, and people want to stone you. I could just imagine what they'd do if they could get their hands on Jesus himself.
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