“Let there be trees” said he,
in a time far long ago
He knew one day they would yield a cross,
the middle of three in a row
There on would hang, his only Son,
from nails that some earlier date…
came from the ore in the cold hard ground,
those same hands helped create
“Let there be shrubs” was the request
whence prickly briers were born…
when all too well, He knew it would mean
a crown that was made of thorn
As blood flowed down, mixed with tears
and landed upon the earth
it soiled the Lamb who so willingly died…
and saved this world of it’s dearth
The lips that feigned to care for the poor,
and sought that nothing be missed,
were later the lips from one named Judas,
by which our Master was kissed
“Let there be light” he said very simply,
as life’s journey began to embark,
knowing full well, at the death of his Son,
the light of the world would turn dark
How did he ever, find in his heart,
the love to create the man?
When all along, crucifying his Son,
would all be part of the plan?
The Son was IN on the planning,
never to say him nay…
“My Father, let us consider,
isn’t there some other way”!?
“Yea the Lamb that you’ve created,
and planned that it should die,
as it must be led to the slaughter…
Father now must also I”
David Kettler
I can’t remember if the idea behind this poem was mine or my Mom’s. Anyway, I know that she did re-write a few lines on this poem as well and I think made it a lot better. I’ve often likened the theme of this poem to raising kids. We pour everything we can into our kids to make them smart, tough, self sufficient and independent….and then they leave us! There is something wonderful about the “circle of life” though and how it all works. Oh the revenge I may have some day ….with my grandchildren!!
in a time far long ago
He knew one day they would yield a cross,
the middle of three in a row
There on would hang, his only Son,
from nails that some earlier date…
came from the ore in the cold hard ground,
those same hands helped create
“Let there be shrubs” was the request
whence prickly briers were born…
when all too well, He knew it would mean
a crown that was made of thorn
As blood flowed down, mixed with tears
and landed upon the earth
it soiled the Lamb who so willingly died…
and saved this world of it’s dearth
The lips that feigned to care for the poor,
and sought that nothing be missed,
were later the lips from one named Judas,
by which our Master was kissed
“Let there be light” he said very simply,
as life’s journey began to embark,
knowing full well, at the death of his Son,
the light of the world would turn dark
How did he ever, find in his heart,
the love to create the man?
When all along, crucifying his Son,
would all be part of the plan?
The Son was IN on the planning,
never to say him nay…
“My Father, let us consider,
isn’t there some other way”!?
“Yea the Lamb that you’ve created,
and planned that it should die,
as it must be led to the slaughter…
Father now must also I”
David Kettler
I can’t remember if the idea behind this poem was mine or my Mom’s. Anyway, I know that she did re-write a few lines on this poem as well and I think made it a lot better. I’ve often likened the theme of this poem to raising kids. We pour everything we can into our kids to make them smart, tough, self sufficient and independent….and then they leave us! There is something wonderful about the “circle of life” though and how it all works. Oh the revenge I may have some day ….with my grandchildren!!
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