Chapter 14 The Solution Materializes

The Supernatural Being becomes a created one to rescue through his own suffering (cf Aslan on the stone table)

One day the King divine becomes
himself one of these special ones
that he’d created to be friends,
[but friendship broken ’til he intervenes –
no hope until he draws them back, redeems].
He came, as one of them, except
no seed of evil, perfect, kept
from all pollution and corruption,
[real birth, miraculous conception] –
for only so could he rescue them …

Source of all, miraculously,
as a physical warden-creature
teaching truth infallibly; –
he himself will heal the rupture,
and become the sacrifice –
necessary justice-price.

This Spirit Great, a steward-body takes,
and all his majesty a little while forsakes,
is nursed and cared for, suffers for their sakes,
– confined , and yet, he still communicates,
has fellowship continual with his omnipresent Father,
and they are one:
the complex nature of this awesome Being is far higher
than we can ever comprehend.

Finite cannot understand the infinite, plural in his unity,
and becoming finite, steward, though from all eternity.

He came as a helpless young of their kind
– an infant in body, and learning, and mind.
He grew, and was good, kind and wise, teaching clear,
preparing disciples; the time was now near,
when he would accomplish the purchase divine,
right justice satisfied, stupendous design,
so they could be free to escape evil’s grip,
return to their Lord, give their tyrant the slip,
re-finding that happiest service, release,
with safety, and hope of a future of peace.

This One has kindness undeserved,
and now this goodness has appeared
that brings in peace and resolution
of troubles beyond computation,
to rescue those who want to be
good, in true sincerity.

Who can comprehend sublime
Being, who alone can solve
utter devastation, loss
with complete ability, resolve?

Exquisite grace: this Champion came
with righteousness to cover shame.

Amazed at his manner of teaching –
so clear, so simple: the Son,
without all the fog of traditions,
to tell them the message had come.

Miraculous signs that were clear
for all to observe and admire,
but yet only those
who loved him chose
to trust him with awesome fear.

Their system of rules he refused,
– for they had made many confused;
the truth which his Father’d revealed
beneath steward-rules was concealed.

Many heard, but the meaning they missed,
else they would have welcomed, and kissed
the Son, but they hated his claim,
rejecting his wonderful name:
his life and his teaching now showed up their shame,
but many recoiled from admitting to blame.

He spoke to the needy and lost,
and witnessed whatever the cost,
not harshly to stir them to hate, –
but they killed him outside of the gate.

He died, he let them kill him, – appalled
were his followers, friends, – confused,
though he had told them and warned, to expect
and trust, be prepared for the outcome correct;
for the plan had not failed, but was being fulfilled,
even though he had had to be beaten and killed …

Hatred, hatred deaf and blind
for the One so good and kind, –
hatred that will not consider
this transcendent One they murder.

Mockingly they hail him King,
words that scorn his truth they bring,
‘Look he dies, he cannot save!’
No! to save, – his life he gave!

Hour ordained by prophecy, –
pivot-point, not tragedy, –
Love almighty lets it be
many enemies to free.

And maybe even some of these who hurl abuse,
will later come to see,
the glory of the One they hated, and repent,
and know forgiveness, peace and full content.

Symbol curtain torn,
the barrier’s gone
– reconciliation won, –
he died instead of everyone
accepting him, confessing sin.
They then will never have to bear
the stroke that is their due
in perfect justice fair:
the stroke fell willingly upon this One.
Stupendous, – few perceive the power:
history’s defining hour!

How many joke, make comedy,
shrug off as triviality,
accuse, make fun so foolishly. –
Watch! how he loved and died!
– now lives once more, for ever !

Observe, be astonished,
solution accomplished
for stewards long banished,
and dead
to life of the spirit,
but now they the merit
can share of their Substitute-Head.
The punishment they had deserved,
on him was out-poured, for he served
all those who’ll be sorry, receive;
He was perfect, and could not deceive,
so his death could save those who believe!

He died while young, his death achieved
rich purpose: not the end;
and through his suffering we’ve received
new Life as grace had planned.

The Saviour bound – he let them bind
his powerful arms, to be
the Rescuer, – they, with closed mind
accused, illegally.

These leaders then had to decide:
“Who is this One we face?”
but they let prejudices guide,
unfairly judged his case.

What kind of King had been foretold?
How had he lived and taught?
To all his teaching, truth revealed,
who would give careful thought?

The schemes of evil spirit-rebels squashed,
disarmed, their plans had gone awry,
their hatred of the Steward-Son back-fired,
for thus the deadly blow he could apply!
Their hold, accusing of the wardens’ guilt,
was broken as the perfect blood for such was spilt:
but on the spirit-rebels judgement full will fall, be felt.

Death, what hatred, cruel, real;
real the tomb and strong the seal;
but –
genuinely, from the grave
raised again, equipped to save …
(to be continued)