Sunday, March 17, 2013

Judas Iscariot (Where Greatest Was Need) - A Poem

Jesus did not dismiss the importance of service to others when he denied Martha her request to send Mary to help serve the guests of the house, but he pointed out that there was one thing needful which Mary had chosen, and which he would not deny her. (Luke 10:38-42)

When the hour came for Jesus to depart out of this world unto his father, one of those given to him by his father was lost and bound to serve destruction. For the son of man who came to save that which was lost, one thing was needful before he departed out of this world: to save that which was lost. How dare we deny him! (John 17:12; Matthew 18:11)

As Jesus put it, “How think ye, if a man have an hundred sheep, and one of them be gone astray?” (Matthew 18:12-14)

In washing the feet of his disciples, Jesus left the eleven and went after that which was lost. (see next “newer post,” “How Think Ye, If A Man Have Twelve?”)

Here is a poem for those who do not believe it.

      Judas Iscariot (Where Greatest Was Need)

     So little their faith that the lost He did save,
     it's not part of life but belongs in the grave.
     Were it only as large as the smallest of seed,
     they'd believe His success where greatest was need.

     The heel lifted up they saw rightly not clean;
     the reason He washed it they can't seem to glean.
     Were only their faith as the smallest of seed,
     they'd believe His success where greatest was need.

     Was He delivered by Satan or God?
     They want it both ways, and think it not odd.
     Were only their faith as the smallest of seed,
     they'd believe His success where greatest was need.

     If “take up his cross” were words Judas heard,
     his hanging of self should not seem absurd.
     Were only their faith as the smallest of seed,
     they'd believe His success where greatest was need.

     Thirty pieces of silver they say sold Him short,
     but selling His failure's the sale He'll abort.
     Were only their faith as the smallest of seed,
     they'd believe His success where greatest was need.

I taunt them only in my own name.

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