I kicked and fought, only six.
I didn’t know what sin really was.
I didn’t know what my future would hold.
I only knew at that moment in my
immaturity, it wasn’t fair!
I had a Godly mother, who sat and watched the whole scene
To call me in and sit me on my knees in front of a coffee table.
“Did you know Jesus watched you out there?”
“Did you know He saw you and was hurt because you would not listen?”
“But, mama, How could he know? He is dead.”
I was only six. I knew He died on a cross so very long ago.
What I did not know was that on that cross, across time:
He knew me. He knew when I would fall.
He knew when I would cry.
He knew when I would feel pain’s blows.
He knew when I would bury a father.
He knew when my child would be born in a rush of joy.
He knew it all.
He knew it all from that cross that day.
His eyes were watching my life play out and the lives of billions of others.
The Miracle of the Cross.
“No, He is not dead,” my mom had said. “He is heaven and he is watching you everyday.”
Now with age, I understand
And I can hear the sound of the hammer
As the nail’s pierced His hands.
I can see the tears of blood coming from His eyes.
He looks across time at me. He sees my little six-year-old self
bowing my head.
“Jesus forgive me for not being a good girl and helping mommy.”
He was wounded for that anger I displayed.
He was wounded for my every transgression.
He was wounded when as a young adult, I walked away.
He was wounded for every bad decision.
He reached out across time anyway.
You see, He Knows Me. He Loves Me.
The Miracle of the Cross and then His Resurrection.
He knows you the same way.
He sees you from the cross as He is dying for you.
He knows everything you ever did.
He knows your every failure.
He knows your every joy.
He sees you from heaven waiting for you to bow your head
Like a six year old with sweet words, praying:
“Forgive me. I didn’t know you knew me like you do.
I want to know you too.”
This post is my sixth installment in both both the 31 Days online writing challenge started by home blogger, Myquillyn Smith (The Nester) and Kate Motaung’s 31-Day Five Minute Writing Challenge. I dedicate it to my mom who was instrumental in beginning my walk with Jesus.
I hope this blesses you. If you make a decision to know Jesus, please let us know in the comments.
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Wonderful poem! Words of truth that speak!
Made me smile. Thanks.
I love the word cloud! Powerful poem, too!
You are so blessed to have grown up with a mother who talked to you about Jesus. The poem is a wonderful tribute to her. Thank you for sharing.
beautiful, so nice to see you sharing again at the Thursday Favorite Things blog hop Mary. xo
Thank you for sharing the beautiful faith that resounds from your heart.
What lovely words! My mom was instrumental in teaching me about Jesus too. I’ll always be grateful to her. Thank you for sharing your beautiful poem at Blooming in His Garden.
This was so beautifully done, Mary, it really touched my heart. Your love of Jesus just shines in your words, and you really brought home the simple but so important message that He knows us, he knows it all, the pain, the struggle, the rebellion, and the regret. And yes, we do want to know Him and His ways better too. Excellent post, thank you!
A lump came into my throat. The story of Jesus is easy and true a child can understand it.
Such a lovely and powerful poem, a precious memory of your life in Christ!
I am not religious at all, but I do believe in personal meditation and art. I am so happy that you brought such a beautiful poem from your heart!
I love the vision of the innocent , yet still offended six year old! This was lovely , Mary… thankyou!
I’m visiting you from Testimony Tuesday today. How talented you are to be able to write a poem! That is a beautiful gift. Blessings as you continue your 31 day writing journey!
God does know and understand, Thank you for sharing at Tell me a Story.
That still voice of calm whispering to us; how lucky we are to hear it.
Hi, I realy appreciate this sweet comment.
Your poem brings tears to my eyes.
Yes. He knows us. He knows me, and He was wounded and died for me.
Thank you for sharing this, Mary.