Who Do I Worship? by Allison Symes

Who Do I Worship?

Due to personal circumstances recently, I have had the thought running through my head that I worship Jesus, who knew what it was to cry at the tomb of a friend.  This has been a very comforting thought.  I am no poetry expert (as below will prove!) but felt this was the best format for what I felt I should say for this month. 


Who do I worship?
I worship Someone who knew what it was like
To cry at the tomb of a friend despite
Knowing He was about to raise Lazarus
From the dead.

Who do I worship?
I worship Someone who knew the concerns
Of ordinary people and cared for
Bodies and souls and fed the people with
Fish and Bread.

Who do I worship?
I worship Someone who didn’t have to
Come to Earth at all
And cope with being born in a stall
Where animals fed.

Who do I worship?
I worship Someone who made the world
And then went on to save it
For all who believe in His Name
For us, he bled.

Who do I worship?
I worship Someone who knew the trials
And frustrations of daily life
And in His footsteps I will go
By Him I will be led.

Who do I worship?
I worship Someone who will stand by me
No matter what I face and I can
Know, now and always, I’m not alone.
He is my Head.



Who do I worship?
I worship Someone who knew what it was
Like to be betrayed and let down.
To hurt and to know pain and to be alone
When others fled.

Who do I worship?
I worship Someone who knows full well
I would have done what the apostles did
But still loves me and, on the cross,
Took my stead.

Who do I worship?
I worship Someone who thought of his mother
As He was dying on the cross
Considered her pain more than His own
“I love you”, she said.

Who do I worship?
I worship Someone who told stories
That put points across simply and
Helped ordinary people understand
Life does hold a narrative thread.

Who do I worship?
I worship Someone who I know I can
Trust absolutely, far more than any man
And in all things will not leave me
He, indeed, goes on ahead.

Who do I worship?
I worship Someone who is beyond our
Understanding yet knows what it is to be human.
We are His sheep and
I am glad He is our Head.



ENDS.

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