Jesus Wept (Ephphatha)

God took the form of man and lived experiencing all that we do.  In so doing, He experienced all of our feelings.  Based in part on John 11:38:

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Jesus Wept (Ephphatha)
by Michael Doyle

One of the best secrets never quite kept
Is the simple truth that Jesus wept
There in the midst of His felt agony
Jesus lived out His fullest Humanity

Unnecessarily acquainted with grief
His heartfelt tears brought relief
In the good and bad and large and small
It is worthy to remember and recall

The angst felt in the Garden of Gethsemane
Teaches us the depth of God's agony
Felt so deep, tears fell like blood
Mixing into the dust becoming holy mud

Memories of Eden lost and to regain
The result of man's sins in being so vain
With a single touch He invites us to open
And in so doing, in our way home again

With a groan coming from a deep place
He grasps His divinity in full embrace
Far beyond what words can convey
Jesus reached within to become the way

In our blessed redemption, creation groans
As if in childbirth, freed with its moans
Fallen so far in all of our brokenness
God grants His mercy with outspokenness

Though undeserving we are given mercy
And welcomed inside as one of God's family
Missing out so often on the holy symphony
Deaf ears fail to hear beyond felt cacophony

Missing out on the sounds and the melody
So many things that can move us deeply
Until the unstopped ears are opened to hear
And the truth of God becomes abundantly clear

With a glimpse cast toward heaven and new earth
We mere mortals can take hope and have mirth
Knowing our Father has measured out our worth
Keeping our eyes fixed steadily on true north 

Until then, When pain and loss have grown vast
And storm clouds circle way too fast
There is comfort in knowing He too felt
Yet took courage despite what He was dealt

(c) March 11, 2020  Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved

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Writer, poet, musician, surfer, father of two princesses.
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