DIVINE DIMENSIONS
Yesterday Christ was born,
Sometime in the early morn
Today He calmed the sea.
Tomorrow He’ll be hung
At the place of dump and dung;
The middle cross of those three.
Yesterday He was born,
In a manger crudely formed.
Today He opened blind eyes.
Tomorrow He’ll be,
Propitiation for me.
(The priest will think Him a prize.)
Yesterday He rode the mule
To escape Herod, the cruel.
Today He cleansed the vile ten.
Tomorrow He’ll be nailed
After sarcastically hailed,
By His willful creatures: men.
Yesterday doctors learned
The twelve year-old who discerned
Today Pharisees the same.
Tomorrow they’ll revenge,
The times He made them cringe;
They’ll pile on Him all the blame.
Yesterday by John shown
The One for whom he’d groaned
Today palms and robes He trod.
Tomorrow He’ll borrow,
Joseph’s tomb of all sorrow.
Disciples will bury God.
Yesterdays aren’t all o’er,
After today there are more.
Life did not end in the grave.
In three days He was found,
Mary’s “Keeper” of the ground.
Death was now His lowly slave.
Yesterdays ceased for Him,
Forever began again.
Today Christmas’ plan is done.
The pathos that He bore,
For the race now and before,
Redeems by His Holy Son.
– eab, 11/77
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