The Fathers Heart

I dreamed I was kneeling in heaven,

Quite close to the foot of the throne.

The power and might of God's Glory,

Engulfed me right through to the bone.

An angel provided protection,

As I sheltered, under his wing,

I listened in awe and in wonder,

As I heard all the heavenly’s sing.

The throne room erupted,

Singing praises to God,

The Son gave His Father,

A final smile and a nod.

As He lay down His Glory

He whispered "Good-bye"

I'm sure that The Father,

Then started to cry!

Down through the portals,

I watched Him descend,

To start life as a mortal,

No man can transcend.

The first moments of childhood,

God shared His first tear,

The Son was on earth,

Yet His Father was near.

With His first tiny steps,

He finished up in a heap,

From the throne came “watch out Son!

That hill is too steep”!

As He hit his first nail with a hammer, and missed,

Oh how He started to cry,

We watched as His mum kissed it better,

From the throne came an audible sigh.

At twelve years He entered the temple,

when questioned He answered with joy,

He amazed all the teachers and rabbis,

And God proudly said, "That's My Boy".

His Father was pleased,

As in wisdom He grew,

God called out from heaven,

"My Son! I Love You"!

When baptized by John,

God proved His great love,

He sent forth His Spirit,

in the form of a dove.

All alone in the desert,

For forty long days,

Tempted by Satan,

Jesus gave God the praise.

As Moses turned water to blood,

So Jesus turned water to wine,

Tax collectors and Harlots and sinners,

were invited to His table to dine.

One word gave them instant deliverance,

One touch made the paralyzed whole,

Crowds followed Him gladly, some behaving quite badly,

Yet compassion flowed out from His soul.

All honour He gave to The Father,

Even nights when He had not a bed!

Birds had their nest, foxes found rest,

But the Son! where can He lay His head?

In Gethsemane's garden we witnessed,

The pain of the Son of The King,

Bowed in despair, travailing in prayer,

God answered back, not a thing!

My will is not mine, but yours, Father!

The sins of the world I now bear!

As blood seeped through pores, just like water,

An angel was sent with Gods care.

Betrayed by a kiss from sad Judas,

A friend was three times to deny,

Blindfolded and smitten, ridiculed and then beaten,

Could the Heart of a Father not cry!

The whole host of heaven were ready,

Awaiting one sign from the throne,

To sweep down in a torrent of vengeance,

And carry their Precious One home.

But God would not issue an order,

Instead from His heart this sound slips,

Even I cannot change My decision,

When the Word has gone out from My lips.

Bring Him home! bring Him home! man's not worthy!

To the throne, all these pleadings are hurled,

But the Heart of the Father just whispers,

"I Am God! and I so love the world"

Is there no-one in all of creation,

In exchange we would crown him with wealth!

The price is too great, Says the Father,

"Too great, so I've sent down Myself."

The hill to Golgotha was rugged,

The cross with its splinters so deep,

Pressed down through His skin, the thorns entered in,

Did I really hear God start to weep!

They laughed when the nails drove their victim,

In agony, fast to the tree,

But the worst pain of all was the sin from the fall,

That was nailed to His heart just for me.

"Forgive them! Forgive them! Dear Father,

For they, know not what they do",

As deep from His chest, He exhaled His last breath,

"My Spirit, I commit unto you".

I felt all of the horror and anguish,

That was heaped on my Savior that day,

Turning round to the throne, I stood all alone,

The Father had just turned away.

Darkness pervaded creation,

As even the sun stopped its light,

The silence in heaven was awesome,

It’s splendor now dimmed in my sight.

While deep in the caverns of evil,

There came an incredible glow,

With a Victory roar, chains fell to the floor,

And the captives then started to flow.

Out through the dungeons of darkness,

Flooded a jubilant throng,

Saints from the tomb, all marching home,

Singing a Victory song.

Demons lay crouching in horror,

Satan lay stripped and in pain,

As Christ with the Key of a Conqueror,

brushed aside death's broken chain.

Shouting, "Grave! Now where is your victory!

Death! now show me your sting!"

The authority of Satan is shattered!

Let all of creation now sing.

All through the portals of glory,

A whisper, a whisper, a call!

"Someone's coming" I said, rather softly,

As heaven looked down through the hall.

Who is it! Who is it! Who's coming?

What man dares to challenge God's wrath?

I stood in a whirl of confusion,

But then, I heard God start to laugh.

Through the gates bursts a solitary figure,

With a shout God descends from His throne,

With hands raised in Jubilant Triumph,

God said, “Son, O My Son welcome home".

W. Joe Ingram

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