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Someone Loves Me

These things tell me someone loves me:
A pretty present under a tree,
A conversation and a cup of tea
A gentle hug, an encouraging word,
A dog that warms my feet, or a cat that’s purred,
Because I’m as insignificant as a bird,
But I matter
I am noticed
Someone cares.

These things tell me someone loves me:
Food, laughter, friends and family,
Lights, ornaments, songs and cookies,
Celebrating a moment in history:
God, Emmanuel has come, a baby
It’s more than just a nice children’s story
He is The Truth.
He came for us.
Miracle.

These things tell me Someone loves me:
Bethlehem’s child decorating a tree,
To pay the price of my penalty,
This is the best news that I’ve ever heard,
His gift means my eternity is secured
This cup, my redemption, He endured
Child, ornament,
His life for mine,
What a gift!

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Signs

Sent for three days and three nights
On an all-expense-paid trip
Jonah was whale-puke.  What a sight!
Not to mention, a smelly drip.

“Behold, My Servant will be
Exalted and lifted high.”
Fine sarcasm it seems to me,
Is God’s sense of humor that dry?

Sometimes I think it is, but
In Jonah’s case, perhaps not.

Only the sign of Jonah,
Offered to validate Him,
Jesus promised and delivered,
When hope was growing pretty dim.

Sent for three days and three nights,
To the belly of a grave,
Facing gruesome death and its’ frights,
Rejected, on mission to save.

So, did the earth feel nauseous
’til it vomited Jesus?

Matthew 12:38-45, Isaiah 52-53, Jonah 2:10, and yes I know it was a “big fish,” not a “whale.”

Last Sacrifice

The Ark of the Covenant was covered with gold,
With angels’ wings covering the top, the “Mercy Seat.”
The mercy seat was blood-sprinkled, tradition of old,
So sins could be forgiven, and God and man could meet,

Hidden in antiquity from Babylon and Rome, and hidden very well
The Ark of the Covenant sat under the hill, a secret no one would tell
They called it “Jeremiah’s Grotto,” a cave under an average looking hill
And though no one will tell, to this very day, the Ark is under there, still.
At Passover, the people still celebrate the shadows of the distant past,
Deliverance from slavery, freedom from Egypt, the covenant still lasts,
The people acknowledge their sin by sacrifice, a special meal is prepared,
And the promises of God are remembered, as four cups of wine are shared:

This cup sanctifies, we are set apart, truly,
This cup is deliverance, we have been set free,
This cup is redeeming love, His power pays sin’s debt for us,
This cup is restoration, God takes us in His Arms, and holds us.

When Jesus lived and walked among us, no one really knew Who He was,
We had moments of wonder and revelation, but, “Isn’t that just Jesus?
He’s one son of Joseph the Carpenter, only another average man,
He’s not that special, we saw him grow up from childhood, just like us, human.”
Some loved Him and felt His generous grace, others only knew deep, jealous hate,
And hate took one of Jesus’ friends’ hearts, and kissed Him by a garden gate.
The Seder meal was different this year, Jesus passed the cups to his friends,
Explaining each drink, with ancient texts, as tradition held dearly defends:

This cup sanctifies, You are set apart, truly
This cup is deliverance, You have been set free
This cup shall be redemption, I’m paying my blood for your sin
But the last, I’ll drink with you another time, when I come again

Justice demands a perfect sacrifice, to balance the scales for our sin,
So after the kiss and the hasty trial, Truth spoke, and hate seemed to win,
The offering was made on an average hill, above a hidden cave,
An average looking man gave His blood, to save those He could save
The sky darkened, the sun unwilling to shine on the horror men devised,
And the average looking man wept for us, finished his mission, closed his eyes,
The ground shook, cracked open, revolted at the blood’s purity,
And the blood of atonement sprinkled from the rocks down to the Mercy Seat

The Ark of the Covenant was covered with gold,
With angels’ wings covering the top, the Mercy Seat.
The mercy seat was blood sprinkled, tradition of old
So sins could be forgiven, and God and man could meet,

This cup sanctifies, we are set apart, truly,
This cup is deliverance, we have been set free,
This cup is redeeming love, His power pays sin’s debt for us,
This cup is restoration, God takes us in His Arms, and holds us.

Exodus 37, Leviticus 16, Matthew 25-26, 

http://www.hebrew4christians.com/Holidays/Spring_Holidays/Pesach/Seder/Kadesh/kadesh.html

Teacup

II Corinthians 4:7

I, simple chawan,
Am in my Master’s cupboard,
Waiting to be used by Him.

When His guests arrive,
He gently washes their feet,
Presenting each, white tabi.

Look! A hanging scroll
With the celebration’s theme.
Today is “About New Life.”

Guests and Master bow,
Wash their hands, and rinse their mouths,
Guests enter the tea room, low.

Master fields questions
Asked of the celebration,
Explaining His happiness.

Guests all cleanse again.
Flowers replace the scroll now.
And the chadōgu are washed.

When He is ready,
Master prepares and serves tea.
I am empty, fill me, Lord!

I am His vessel
Conveying His blessings, love,
And joy, steeped in His wisdom.

The celebration
Shares God’s Joy and His new life,
Offered to all, like warm tea.

He is the Master.
Won’t you please enter, joyful,
And join His celebration?

*chawan= teacup
tabi= socks
chadōgu= tea service (dishes)