Poetic Inspiration

With my newsletter coming out soon - I should be sending it out on Saturday - I decided I should share a poem I wrote during my time at the AIM retreat. We had 30 minutes of quiet time every morning and I just started writing this during one of them. I performed it during the talent show the last night and it was well received, so I thought it might be worth posting it here. I would love to hear feedback!

This Is What We Did

by Taylor Reichel

“Yet not my will, but yours, be done.”

This was spoken by God's perfect Son

who in the garden, midst fervent prayer,

sweated blood for the burden He would bear.

This is what we did.

Betrayed by a kiss from a man once held dear

and seized by a crowd, for they were in fear

of losing their power to the one true Son,

shouting, “Crucify Him! He's the One!”

This is what we did.

Whipped and beaten, mocked and scorned,

on His head a crown of thorns.

Denied three times by one whom He loved,

alone He did the work of God above.

This is what we did.

Led down the crowded street in shame,

spat on, laughed at, they cursed his holy name.

Up on a hill, He was nailed to a cross

to be the Lamb, the Savior of the lost.

This is what we did.

“Forgive them, they know not what they do.”

Never were such selfless words so true.

“It is finished,” His final cry.

The Savior gave Himself to die.

This is what we did.

His body was taken and laid in a tomb

with spices and linen, as was custom to do.

The tomb was sealed, the guards were set,

but in the end, it was they who slept;

For on the third day, as was foretold,

He rose again, no longer cold.

Making Himself know, He ascended to the throne

where He eagerly awaits the day to bring us home.

This is what He did.