King of Glory (Part 2)

Alas, how humble and lowly!

For who has believed this?

We hated this King of Glory.

"He was despised and rejected by men" Isa. 53:3


Yet He still had compassion

On our spiritual blindness and incredulity.

He stooped to save us,

To show us our brokenness,

That He might save us and restore us.

A prostitute He saved from death,

Not that she was righteous,

But that none were.

He astounded His enemies,

And taught them how to lead:

By example, as a kind shepherd.

He taught them to love all,

Not based on their deserving.

He taught that prayer

Must be in earnest to God,

And not for the approval of men.


"All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned—every one—to his own way" Isa. 53:6

He taught them, also,

To forsake all and follow Him

As their only hope.

For Christ was far more

Than a mere example;

He proclaimed to be

The purpose for why men live,

That men were made to glorify Christ.

But even these hard teachings

He did not impose upon all,

Instead he sat with

The little children upon his lap.

He quietly taught them in this

That faith is trust,

Loyally entrusting oneself

To the Savior’s caring arms,

Like a son in a father’s loving arms.

Two blind beggars in Jericho

Showed this to be true.

Helplessly they yelled for Him,

As He passed by the city,

And at his bidding, they stumbled to Him.

There Christ did what none could do—

He healed them.

The hand of God touched them

And the impossible became possible,

Blind men could see!


"With his stripes we are healed" Isa. 53:5

And yet, and yet,

Even after all of this, few believed.

Jerusalem, His Throne,

The center of His coming Kingdom,

Detested and rejected His glory.

Sure, they saluted Him as King,

On the exact day that

Daniel had prophesied,

As Jesus entered the city.

But again they turned their backs on Him,

Tossed like waves in a storm.

And there the blood-curdling cry

As one man in rang-out against Him:

“Crucify! Crucify!”

The Lord of the Ages

Bowed His head

And did not rebuke them,

Or send down fire to devour them.

He let them have Him,

And they treated Him

As a despised traitor.


"He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he opened not his mouth; like a lamb that is led to the slaughter, and like a sheep that before its shearers is silent, so he opened not his mouth." Isa. 53:7

Things too repulsive to utter

Were done upon the Christ,

As man killed God on that night.

Upon a cross they hung Him

Naked and despised,

Broken beyond all recognition.

Yet no man could rightly

Look Him in the eyes.

They knew what they had done,

In envy and pride.

They had forsaken their only Savior,

The only innocent man to ever live.


"As many were astonished at you—his appearance was so marred, beyond human semblance." Isa. 52:14

There this Christ bled,

He poured-out his lifeblood

And cried out in horrifying despair:

“My God, my God,

Why have you forsaken me?”

And in the darkness,

The holy Father could not

Bear to look upon His Son’s face.

For upon Him, His beloved Son,

God had placed the sins

Of the entire world.

A curse this carpenter became,

Cursed in the Father’s eyes.

And there, in the gloom,

Christ let Himself die.


"Surely he has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows; yet we esteemed him stricken, smitten by God, and afflicted. But he was wounded for our transgressions; he was crushed for our iniquities;" Isa. 53:4-5

O, what a tragedy!

Or, wait, was it a victory?

For He had prophesied

Long before His death,

That such could not hold Him.

What glory!

What wonder!

What majesty!

This man was God;

His Father, once His Son died,

Raised the Righteous One

To new, eternal life.

For God cannot die.


"He shall see his offspring; he shall prolong his days; the will of the LORD shall prosper in his hand." Isa. 53:10

And again this humble King

Took the roads of Israel,

Proclaiming to mankind

And showing the skeptics

That He truly was God,

Raised from the dead.

In His mercy, He did not destroy us all,

For the hideous crime we had committed.

His love overcame,

And He left mankind for a time,

Until he would return in His full power,

To reign in His proper place,

As the King of Glory.

"He shall be high and lifted up, and shall be exalted." Isa. 52:13



5 thoughts on “King of Glory (Part 2)

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  1. Amazing King of Glory! How awesome is our God that loves us so deeply and completely. I love the painting of Thomas touching Jesus’s wounds.
    Believing without seeing is a gift of God. Faith. Thank you for sharing your gift of verse with us. To God be the Glory.

  2. Thanks Chris for the good poem. Lots of good thoughts in there. Christ’s life here on earth was certainly amazing, and full of incredible things for us to ponder.

    Luke Johnson

  3. I was there at the St. Thomas Mount last evening.This is the place where St. Thomas was massacred here in India. As I was strolling down there my mind was like reliving the times of Jesus Christ. Now you brought them back again to me :)
    nice work …

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