The Upper Room

The Upper Room

You know, it’s strange…

He saw me from a distance

Going about my business

With a deep hole in my heart.

There were others

Some brothers, some fishermen, and several sons,

Some prostitutes, some gentiles,

And some unfortunate ones.

He drew us in 

By the way he taught

The kindness in His eyes

And the way he though.

See he knew our names

Our stories, our sins

Yet He called us brother and sisters

Like we were his kin.

“The king of the world”

That was His claim

But not for riches

Or money or power or fame.

He came to serve

The lost and the lame.

That was the goal;

His ultimate was his aim.

But the powers that be,

They were scared and they swore

They’d get rid of his man

That preached lover over war.

But oh my God!

What have they done?

They’ve been offered forgiveness

And instead murdered the Son.

And now we’re abandoned 

Scattered about

Alone in the darkness

To figure it out!

What if they find us

And shake us

And break us

And kill!

For believing that God

Hangs up on that hill?

I thought he was King?

Ruler of all.

But if that was true,

Then how did he fall?

Was I blinded?

Nieve?

Stupid? 

Amiss?

Did I fall for a trickster with his trickiest tricks?

It’s possible.

Maybe…

But then again, 

As I reflect,

When I was an outcast,

He stuck out his neck.

He new my transgressions

My sin and my shame

And that man from nowhere 

He called me by name!

So there we sat

Our heads filled with gloom

After this man on the cross

Was encased in a tomb

Doom hit the room 

And we sucked on the fumes

Of grief after losing our King and bridegroom.

Then boom!

The life filled the room!

His body, His scars - all were exhumed!

Our King is exalted!

No longer entombed!

Christ is alive!

And he’s in the room!