No Other Saviour

You could give me a ruler

Dressed in robes and full splendour

Or an eloquent scholar

Well-read; matched with no other

But I’d rather have Jesus

Son of a carpenter, born in a manger

Born, burdened, begrudged, bled, battered

Hands punctured, ankles shattered, back lacerated, side pierced

He stands before me, calling me after.

Not as a fearless king, or an unblemished prince, or a sagely scholar

But simply, the one who bore the weight of the world. The most beautiful Saviour

~ by lysaer on March 18, 2009.