I, Mark, chosen by this man Jesus,
an orator of souls who captured my heart.
I walked in his footprints,
listening and learning in awe,
my former life abandoned.
‘Mark’. He whispered. Be my observer,
a teller of truth, write of this journey,
and of the glory of my Father.
So I did.
One of twelve others and I, lacking in speech,
watched in amazement his healing hands
that restored the mute to speak.
the deaf to hear, the blind eyes
to open and the paralyzed to stand.
Many dust drenched roads we traveled
each day, for miracles to be done.
Under sultry skies and sun of such heat,
often until the midnight moons.
From dawn to dusk did He overcome,
not ceasing to heal with His wisdom to share.
A provision of food as gatherers sat, just
one basket overflowing with fish and bread,
spilling out to feed the mouths of a 5000 flock
and seal their ears with wise words of faith.
To bless doubting generations,
to reach, teach and touch cold hearts,
of God’s acceptance, a message of
hope and unconditional love.
Yet, aside, He withdrew in quiet stillness
to commune with his Father of holiness,
to sink to his knees, to pray and plead.
To beg for strength to fulfill his purpose,
as sent, to pursue his compassion for
all hurting souls, the sick, the crippled
and those lost that He encountered.
He stood in flowing water,
as baptized by John
and God sent a dove
to confirm his love for this son.
Jesus endured a force of evil in the desert
as Satan’s temptations brought Him so low
that angels did lift and raise to strength,
until all battling and weakness was released.
Ending the spiritual ordeal and so, replenished,
He was able to tread under sunsets with hearts
to change and demons to drive out to save souls.
At night, weary, of spirit depleted.
He sought solitary places, arising
In dawn’s dew to convey His ministry
to sinners, the ill and the broken.
For spiritual wine had to be poured
Into new wine skins, parables sown,
even on the Sabbath, or not, to speak.
Whatever it took to seek souls, to preach
out in faith, to continue miracles in great
abundance for God’s light to shine.
Women knelt at his feet, one to be healed
by touching only the hem of his robe.
With honor He felt it and healed, blessing
her female yearns. A lone lady of many partners,
at a well of water did He restore,
“Go and do no more.”
Demons fled from a herd of pigs,
a rejection to a rich young man
to follow the Lord, his wealth
took him back to that.
Beloved children at his knee,
tenderly held in patience
and love with time to spare.
Also, a temple to destroy, selling
goods from the house of God for
ill-gotten gains in total disrespect.
Just a humble carpenter, He wore
torn old sandals and robes but
it was His eyes that did search each soul.
His words captured and fed deep
of shared bread of faith, all absorbed,
that instilled hearts toward Heaven.
This is part one of a wonderful article by our dear Loraine, be blessed as we will put up part two tomorrow, as it is a long and beautiful article, that needs more than one post to take it all in.
Be Blessed Today and everyday.
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