Poem#9 Pressed

Poem#9 Pressed

Luke 22:39-71



Looking around the table what most think is just another Passover meal

Until Jesus pulls out the unexpected Seat reserved for the Holy of Holiest

Everything before this and after just went over their heads, until now



Those rich in History passed down Generations the stories told of Moses

Of blood on the doorpost, & now clearly the Great I Am sat before Them

Whom they’ve only known as Jesus who Looks deep inside All of us



Unfortunately the deepest of revelations can be broken by thoughts

Roots of pride deep within the heart no matter the good of intentions

Will breakthrough the surface loyalty broken by a single Word Betrayal



Jesus knows this of us All we’re easily distracted as He sees through

Even after Speaking His Word not even the Twelve Disciples kept it in

Light bulb moments burnout without the continued wick of the Spirit



While Jesus prayed in the Garden the Disciples slept as if in a Dream

Words of Jesus being Pressed into the echoes of minds the importance

The Holy of Oils the Seed of Genesis 3:15 that’s about to take place



While the Mob came to take Jesus away, the Disciples scattered

Peter taking a Sword to a gun fight, Jesus showed us compassion

Even when Moments get heated, we lose it Jesus gives Compassion



The hard reality that’s about to take place scripture being fulfilled

After reading it in Isaiah now happening before the eyes that See

Jesus Pressed onto the Cross to free us from Sin to Press into Him
 
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