The Disciple, poetry

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"One day soon afterward Jesus went up on a mountain to pray, and he prayed to God all night. At daybreak he called together all of his disciples and chose twelve of them to be apostles. Here are their names: Simon (whom he named Peter), Andrew (Peter’s brother), James, John, Philip, Bartholomew, Matthew, Thomas, James (son of Alphaeus), Simon (who was called the zealot), Judas (son of James), Judas Iscariot (who later betrayed him)… A large crowd was following Jesus. He turned around and said to them, ‘If you want to be my disciple, you must, by comparison, hate everyone else—your father and mother, wife and children, brothers and sisters—yes, even your own life. Otherwise, you cannot be my disciple. And if you do not carry your own cross and follow me, you cannot be my disciple.’" - Luke 6:12-16; 14:25-27

The Disciple
(Author unknows)

Who is this man we follow?
He speaks with such authority
Loves with a unique compassion
We travel from town to another
Being fed by the giving and kind

Miraculous things occur in His presence
The people cling to the hem of His robe
Expectant of their ailment to whither away
Releasing humans from a demons thrall
He calms waves without a sound

He takes us up the mountain to witness
Heavenly dialogues with past disciples
Oh I have seen His true greatness
"Do not tell of what you've seen,” says He
This mans identity is revealed to me

He casts his net into the sea of souls
Seeking the broken and giving them all
I can only hope to be like Him
He speaks of the impending doom
Of his body, broken and bruised

This is not true Lord; you will not let this be?
"Take my body broken in two
Drink my blood spilled for you"
He always speaks in story and parable
We guess at this meaning

He brought us to the garden Gethsemane
Asking us to watch while he prays
I despise myself for nodding asleep
If I knew of His fate I would have not laid
For I am but a man who falls short

Our brother Judas has betrayed our teacher
30 pieces of silver, a kiss for the Son of Man
He goes willingly with the Romans
While my brothers and I stand to the side
This may be the last time we see Him

I am terrified, why must our Teacher go?
That night as I lay, I thrash and throw
Fearing for Him, He is to be crucified
The people demand for his blood
"Give us Barabbas!" In exchange they do

He is forced to carry the tool of His death
Two wooden beams nailed together
A man is forced to help carry the weight
Once at the top of Golgotha
He is staked to the beams, blood runs

I cannot watch my Teacher gasp for air
He is the Messiah! Why does he allow this?
He was perfect, loving and fair!
Our Teacher is mocked, his body torn
I must leave, my cowardly self is ashamed

He has been dead, for 3 days now
I truly hope he was truly the Messiah
For today he will rise, and be healed
My brothers doubt his return, we hide
For our Teacher stands behind

"Peace to you! Why do you doubt?"
"See my feet and my hands!"
We thought a spirit was he! We are glad
Our King has returned in victory!
Oh, forgive us for doubting your power

Before he ascends into the sky
He sends the Holy Spirit, our souls on fire
The power given freely to heal, for eternity
Oh praise the Son of Man! Jesus Christ
I would gladly deny myself to follow him.
- Brian Nutsch

I truly hope if Christ came up to me today,
I would give up my entire life to follow him!

Prayer: 
Eternal God, Holy Mystery, I thank You for choosing me to be Your disciple and for the gift of Your Son, Jesus the Christ. Help me to proclaim and bear witness to the Gospel by Word and by deed, today and every day. Open my heart to those in need. Grant me the courage to think, to choose, and to live as Your disciple, joyfully obedient to You, Father, Son and Holy Spirit. Amen.
Date: 
Apr 27 2019