“…What shall I do with this man you call your King?”
They shouted back, “Crucify him!”
My enemy came to me today,
I wanted to turn and walk away!
“Who does he think he is?” I said.
A Voice, from deep within me, pled…
“He is another for whom I’ve died,
Like you, he’s stolen, cheated, lied;
Yet what you two must understand,
Is for your sins, they pierced My hands…
The BOTH of you, are dear to Me.
Oh, child of Mine, why can’t you see?
That what you think is “Ministry”
Is really PRIDE – it isn’t ME!
I want you two to listen well…
Perhaps the others you will tell;
I have no enemies – none at all!
And if you’ll listen to My call…
I’ll take you where no pride can grow;
You’ll have to kneel and bend quite low;
With basin, towel, and love anew,
You’ll wash the feet of those who threw…
The stones that made your poor heart bleed;
You’ll find new ways to meet their needs.
And when you’re tempted to forget,
You’ll remember that your needs were met…
By One who laid beneath your stones,
With bleeding wounds and broken bones
Yet harkened to his Master’s Voice,
Renounced his fear and made the choice;
To look not on the things you’d done
But offer up the gift he’s won,
Of mercy from a brand new heart…
I’d given him—he’s done his part.
And now I turn to look at you,
Like Judas and the thief who threw,
Betrayal and curses into My face
When I had offered loving grace-
You must decide what you will do
When you are hated by a few
Who still don’t understand or know
I have NO ENEMIES here below…
Just wounded hearts, in need of love,
That you are called, like One above,
To give away – forget the cost.
For sinful pride, how much is lost!
A new heart here I have for you
With Mercy, Love, and heaven’s dew—
Of thankfulness for sinner’s blame…
Forgotten Forever—because I came!”