Sweet Injuries

 

In the space of time, a few hours or less,

They were refusing the One who did them bless,

Their Good Master, He with whom they worked and served,

What did He do, that such vile treatment deserved?

He was their all, yes the disciples lived with Him,

But today things are getting darker, more grim,

Why? Just what has their Jesus done to the Twelve?

They desert, deny, and to darker ways delve;

Sweet Injuries! Did not Jesus with them toil?

See how fear and favour His good works did spoil.

 

He walked among His people both night and day,

Teaching and preaching what was His Father’s way,

A Jew born and bred, a Rabbi superior,

What did He do to make Him as a traitor?

He gave sight to the blind, He made the lame walk,

The deaf were made to hear and the dumb to talk,

The poor had the Gospel News preached to them too,

These and more miracles are what Jesus did do;

Sweet Injuries! Scribes, Rabbis, people like these,

Deviously conspire Jesus to seize.

 

In what space of time will it happen my friend,

When you no longer to Jesus’ commands attend?

Look at yourself, you love Jesus as your Lord,

Yet many of His ways, you simply can’t afford,

To watch and wait, you’re too tired, too busy,

Yet His word to you says, My yoke is easy,

Stubbornly defiant, His peace you resist,

And on your lukewarm living, you still insist;

Sweet Injuries! Friend, it doesn’t have to be so,

Jesus died and rose! Does His Life in you show?

Amen!