Life of Jesus in Poem.

Here is the life of our Lord Jesus Christ, from eternity to ascension, rendered in poetic form.

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The Life of Jesus: A Poem of Love

I. The Word Before Time

Before the sun learned how to blaze,

Or stars were sprinkled through the haze,

The Word was with God,was God, the same,

The One who lit creation’s flame.

II. The Humble Entrance

A promise whispered,through the years,

Through prophet's voice and widow's tears,

Until the hour,the time was full,

And God’s own grace began to pull

The veil aside—an infant’s cry

Beneath a small,forgotten sky.

No royal palace,just a stall,

The Maker of the world,so small.

The shepherds came,the angels sang,

The hope of heaven to earth,it rang.

III. The Growing Years

He grew in wisdom,stature, grace,

In a small town,a hidden place.

At twelve,He sat with teachers, heard,

And spoke to them the holy word.

He knew His Father’s work and will,

But was obedient,patient, still.

IV. The Ministry's Dawn

At Jordan’s river,John proclaimed,

The Lamb of God,who bore no blame.

The heavens tore,the Spirit came,

As dove and voice declared His name.

Then driven to the desert bare,

He overcame the tempter’s snare.

With“It is written,” He stood firm,

The living Word,the holy term.

V. The Teacher and Healer

He walked the roads of Galilee,

And said,“Repent, and follow me.”

He touched the leper,gave the blind their sight,

He turned the darkness into light.

He preached the Sermon on the Mount,

The Kingdom’s blessed,profound account.

“You are the salt,you are the light,”

In Him,the day dispelled the night.

He stilled the storm and walked the wave,

His power was mighty still to save.

VI. The Friend of Sinners

He spoke to Samaritants,alone,

And made God’s loving kindness known.

He ate with tax men,sinners, all,

To offer hope,to break the fall.

He blessed the children,held them near,

“The Kingdom is for such,”so clear.

He raised the dead,He wept with grief,

The Son of God,the True Relief.

VII. The Turning Point

To Caesarea,He went to ask,

His closest friends a weighty task:

“Who do you say that I am?”

Then Peter said,“The great I AM.”

He spoke of cross and rising soon,

A strange and terrifying tune.

Upon the Mount,His glory shone,

The Chosen One,the Holy Son.

VIII. The Final Week

The crowds cried“Hosanna!” waved the palm,

A welcome,filled with fleeting calm.

He washed the feet of His own men,

A servant-Lord,again, again.

In upper room,the bread and wine,

The New Covenant,true, divine.

“Remember me,”His tender plea,

“My body broken,blood for thee.”

IX. The Darkest Hour

In Gethsemane,in deep despair,

He took on all our sorrow’s share.

“Not my will,but Yours,” He prayed,

The price of sin upon Him laid.

Betrayed with kiss,by friend denied,

While all His closest friends they hide.

Before the priests,the Roman throne,

He stood in silence,scorned, alone.

The whip,the thorns, the mocking crowd,

His name by all the nations cursed aloud.

They nailed Him to a criminal’s tree,

The Lord of Life,for you, for me.

“Father,forgive,” He gasped in pain,

“Their ignorance,this sin, this stain.”

“It is finished!”the victory cry,

The Lamb of God,for us, did die.

The sun went dark,the earth did quake,

The temple veil was torn for our sake.

X. The Glorious Dawn

In Joseph’s tomb,He laid three days,

As all of creation stood in a daze.

But death could not its Victim hold,

A truth more precious than all gold!

The stone was rolled,the tomb was bare,

He conquered sin and death’s despair!

To Mary weeping,spoke her name,

The risen Lord,alive, the same!

To Thomas’doubt, He showed His side,

“My Lord,my God!” the saint replied.

XI. The Ascension and Promise

On Olivet,He gave the call,

“Go to the world,and tell to all.”

Then lifted up,a cloud received,

While His disciples stood,believed.

He sits now at the Father’s hand,

The King of Kings,who rules the land.

And He has promised to return,

For this our waiting spirits yearn.

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The Invitation

This is the story,true and vast,

From first to future,first to last.

The Alpha and Omega’s song,

To whom all praise does now belong.

Not just a tale of long ago,

But life for all who Him will know.

So come to Him,in faith, today,

And walk with Him the narrow way.