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Biblical Truth, Christ Centered Devotionals, Christian, Christian Poetry, Inpirational, Inspirational, jesus-christ, Poetry, Royally Redeemed, theology, worship
This poem reflects on the obedience Jesus learned through suffering, as described in Hebrews 5:8, tracing His journey from agony to triumph. It begins in Gethsemane’s shadowed gloom, where the divine Son, wrapped in human flesh, endures thorns and blood-red sweat. Suffering weaves a harsh lesson through the cross’s brutality—whips, nails, and a burdened sigh—yet this obedience breaks open in resurrection. The tomb yields to dawn’s golden spill, revealing a King risen with star-like scars, His hands bearing the warmth of sacrifice. Nature whispers His victory—sparrows sing, winds murmur—while the poem crescendos to a triumphant close: Jesus floods the darkness with day, shattering death through His costly obedience.
In Gethsemane’s bruised dusk,
the olive trees leaned close,
their gnarled fingers tracing
a shadow’s weight across His brow.
Son though He was—
eternity’s pulse in fragile skin—
He knelt where thorns whispered,
where sweat bloomed red as poppies.
Obedience was no golden thread,
no harp strung taut with triumph,
but a jagged seam stitched
through the sinew of suffering—
a whip’s crack, a nail’s bite,
the slow creak of a cross
bearing heaven’s own sigh.
Yet see how the lesson broke open:
a stone rolled loose like a sigh,
dawn spilling gold across the tomb’s lip,
lilies nodding at the impossible—
a King schooled in sorrow,
rising with scars like stars,
His hands still warm with the cost.
The sparrow knows this tune,
the wind hums it through reeds,
how suffering bent the royal knee
and crowned it with a wilder grace.
Through the dark classroom of pain,
He learned what sons of dust forget:
to obey is to shatter death,
For Jesus floods the dark with day.
Passionately Pursuing Christ 