The following poem was taken from a larger more in depth study entitled "Sacrifice of Epic Proportion." Sacrifice of Epic Proportion is a completely revised version of an earlier study entitled "Power Laid Down." I hope to have the newer version up in pdf format soon. For now here is a sample of it.
It began in the realm of celestial heights
In a far away home beyond the stars of the nights.
One stood highly honored fair and bright
Perfect in wisdom, beauty to the sight
Highest of the angels, guardian of law.
Clothed in God’s light that would fill us with awe
In myriads of coloured stones beautifully adorned.
But day-by-day strange feelings loomed inside
That he mysteriously covered and tried to hide.
Perverting freedom under masterful disguise,
Rebelling under the pretense of the subtlest lies.
Then war broke out between two that were close
Between the architect of evil who aspired the most
And Michael the Creator of the stars… and angelic hosts.
When Lucifer refused to return or repent
Then angels became aware of the hidden intent.
Lucifer now Satan originator of the curse,
Was driven from heaven’s courts and cast down to earth
To allure and deceive and do so much worse
The world as we know it, was introduced to sin
When a couple bought the lie then felt the serpent’s sting.
And immediately the poison began its deadly work within
But the sacrifice provided showed them the pit they had sunken in.
Adam saw heartache between families and friends,
So something must be done to radically change this trend.
Century after century man waited for his defense
For the advent of the Messiah who’d cause many to repent.
The fullness of time had arrived.
Michael the archangel came to earth,
Becoming incarnate through a Holy birth
From the manger to Calvary to deliver from the curse
On earth He risked His own immortality,
To deliver man from the painful reality and penalty
Of the laws violation not freedom from its moral obligation
Sovereign of the universe, gift from above,
Heaven’s highest commander, God’s only Son
The time had come to die for the lost:
Monumental sacrifice whatever cost
Enduring suffering risk and loss
Silent in agony bearing the pain
Forgiving His murderers, though it was Him they had slain.
His great heart crushed while heaven was hushed but His Spirit was
Words long ago, to angel’s astonishment were spoken
Father any price I’ll pay.
Sacrifice of epic proportion,
God’s Son of unending compassion,
Now here’s exactly what happened to set the gospel plan in action.
With bated breath and bloody matted hair
A voice like a trumpet rang LOUDLY through the air
“It is finished, My Father, into Thy hands
My Spirit I commit”; for a moment no angel sang
As illuminating flashes raced across the sky
In the horror of strange darkness people tried to hide.
The sun refused to shine in the middle of the day
As if nature had something to our dull senses to say.
His mission now accomplished He breathed out His last
Atonement was complete for now and the past
He humbly bowed His thorn-crowned head.
And yes, God’s Son was dead!
Filled with shame grief and dread stood the on-looking crowd
As the earth quaked and shook and thundered loud.
Lightening flashed beyond the crest and crowd
As some felt remorse some felt regret
Not a few clenched their fists and beat their breasts.
Others like the Roman could only confess
“Surely this man was the Son of God”
Suddenly the Father’s bright glory encircled the Son
No surer sign that victory was won.
Many were troubled and couldn’t sleep that night, memories, remorse,
And shameful regret for the murder of a man that served and blessed.
But His love was stronger than evil and death.
Before dawn He had risen, called from the tomb they kept
He rose to reign again in glory, majesty and immortality
While there were others He’d called to witness throughout Galilee
And in Jerusalem to proclaim His resurrection reality!
They were a multitude of captives released from graves all around,
A sample of the redeemed to see Him anointed and crowned!
As Priest-King, judge and Savior of the lost and found
These witnesses of His resurrection power are the Jewels of His crown
His harvest of firstfruits reaped from the ground
They ascend with Him to glory
Living testimonies of salvation’s story,
Once spiritually dead and lost in sin
Until they were rescued and restored in the likeness of Him.
So it was seen He would pay any price whatsoever
So we could live in security and peace forever
And be filled with His Spirit complete without measure
And be home with Abba (daddy), Heaven’s occupant angels and friends,
Remembering for now, upon Father and Son our life today and our
Sacrifice of epic proportion,
God’s Son of infinite compassion
Caused an apostolic chain-reaction
Resulting from the light of the cross that seemed such a dreadful loss.
Now we can say on the brink of eternity
He is our substitute and surety
Proclaiming Him with no uncertainty,
Looking forward to the time when we will say most earnestly
‘Lo this is our King, our friend our God
That His Father for us was willing to send’
So that once and for all sin’s power and the presence of all that offends
Would finally come to its long awaited end
So we can reign with Him in glory with the angels, the redeemed and our