This Man Called Jesus

I know God is doing a good work in me you know how I know so?he keeps chasing me down,every detail of my life he made it his business he meets me exactly where I am he calls me higher and when he does he calls me to himself...he covers me,under his wings I find refuge he calls me his child I know there is no battle he hasn't won in my life I know no weapon formed against me can prosper because he is the one with the last say he is the one who allows and ordains things to happen in my life yes am a work in progress but this in itself is my hope of salvation because with every struggle comes a new revelation every single time I fall short of his glory something in me that's not aligned with him falls off like scales from Saul's eyes and I get closer to my identity which is in Christ and Christ alone everytime I miss the mark I am reminded of my humanity I am reminded how much I need him how much am dependent on him maybe I can't be as holy as blameless as righteous as he who died for my unrighteousness but what if the empty tomb is my call to carry my cross too die to self and believe he is making me like him until the day of his return on this earth what if the empty tomb is my reminder that surely if he gave his life for me then my life is in him and this divine exchange is an assurance we are one forever...nothing could ever separate us not even death not sin nothing of this world is greater than him.

This man I call Jesus born of a virgin through the power of the holy spirit...from the lineage of David the friend of God seed of Abraham promise to Israel...this man I call Jesus who I never knew but thought I knew yet hadn't scratched even the surface of his glory...I call him saviour because he died for me the cross tells me so,there he breathed his last and gave up his spirit there he tasted death too on his head laid a crown of thorns this thorns I believe freed my mind on his side was pierced and out came water and blood do you believe he is the living well and anyone who drinks of him shall never thirst again?I know no word God speaks returns to him void because the gospel tells me so,a fulfillment of scripture and prophecies so beautifully uttered....I know God is good because his son tells me so and you know what else he says? that he is the truth and the resurrection he knew of his death before it took place because he saw his creation die before him in Eden...I wonder God how could you die for me suffer for me carry my sins just to save me from the destruction that awaits at midnight...what if i didnt accept it or take it and he tells me because I love you...you are my creation...his blood washed me clean in his name demons tremble and flee in his name resurrection takes place do you not know that every knee shall bow before him singing hallelujah hallelujah even death obeys him he breathes life to dead bones he heals the sick he feeds the poor he is mother to the motherless and father to the fatherless brother to all who believe in him,closer to the brokenhearted whispering gently of his love...his yoke is light to bear.

Word made flesh he knows what it feels like to be tempted he understands the battle between the flesh and the spirit he lives to show us the power of faith and belief and commands us to love one another just like he loves us... he chose us we didn't choose him he calls us by name he intercedes to the father on our behalf he calls us his sheep, he teaches us to pray he even leaves a helper behind to guide us saying I will not leave you desolate when I return to my father...just how great is his love for us?do you not understand the gospel was meant to show us in whose image we were made from?who created us...he is our friend our saviour and human as I am I know he is the best thing that ever happened to me because knowing him was knowing myself I didn't learn me I unlearnt all I thought was me Rabbi is his name...in him there is truth and nothing but truth in the morning I call on his name at noon I call on his name at night I call on his name when I think darkness has won I call on his name when I don't have strength to fight or believe I call on his name when I feel empty and distraught i call on his name not because I know he has power over them but because I know who I belong to.. the battle isn't mine the battle is his and the only thing he wants of me is to believe he has power over them.Yes I trust he has because Peter walked on water when he saw Jesus do the same.. is a servant greater than his master I ask myself?how can he do that which only God should be able to do . What if I tell you the power is in Jesus and the very fact we were made of his image gives us access to this power.

This man called Jesus gave us what we lost in Eden this time with him in us...what is more beautiful than this truly I say to you there is no greater love than this,for a man to give his life for his friends...he calls us his friends and at the cross he shows us how much God despises sin yet his steadfast love for us had him give his only son to save us from the claws of sin and destruction.. a greater love than this am convinced cannot exist... I call this man my love my first love because knowing him was knowing love him teaching me love melted my stubborn heart and I felt it to the very bones of my flesh his love healed me I couldn't imagine how deep his love was when mine was only at my human capacity....this man called Jesus is our hope of glory trust him when he says he is preparing a place for you in heaven trust him when he tells you he loves you I serve him with everything I am I embrace my imperfections as I do my perfections I boast of my weaknesses as I do my strengths because it's in my humanity am reminded of his divinity his mighty presence in my life he knows me he knows you he knows us he calls us his and I tell you I desire to wash his feet with my tears and wipe them with my hair I desire to sit on them and kiss them I desire to walk with him side by side hand in hand because now I know Christ Jesus is my rock salvation the son of the most high God he lives and reigns.. .from everlasting to everlasting..