A poem celebrating the work of Christ in fulfillment of a variety of Old Testament images.
Christ our Rock
thirsted as water
and blood flowed
from His side
and He drained
the last bitter
dregs of our
cup of dust.
Dripped
dry and
dead as
stone,
they
sealed
Him
in a
tomb.
But the holy
hand of heaven
struck the rock, and water,
once bitter now sweet from the
blood-stained wood, gushed forth
that we might come fill our emptied cup
in the River that flows from the Rock which is Christ.
Wow, the Water of Life Himself being thirsty, that’s an amazing thought. Thank you for sharing!
Thanks, Michelle!