This Easter I've been captured by the notion that in order for me to call God my Father, Christ had to become Fatherless. Meaning that in his going to the cross and the grave, receiving what was due to me, His Father necessarily had to forsake Him. Thus, the Son became fatherless in order that the fatherless might become sons/daughters. This is a poem I wrote trying to get at this idea.
Abbas only true son
took upon himself this flesh.
Gave up his rights as God
knowing soon he'd perish.
To do his father's will,
Christ's only and true intent.
Suffering and unknown,
his life would soon be spent.
Fatherless and cut-off,
our spirits in atrophy.
Wandering like lost sheep,
creation a tragedy.
To make us sons and daughters,
his purpose from the start.
The son atones for sin,
through blood did he impart.
Fatherless became sons,
when Son forsaken died.
Eternal bond fragmented,
through him we now abide.
Three days down in the earth,
in Sheol did he spend.
Death now victored over,
at the kings right hand again.
Creation now restored,
no longer kept apart.
Sins once long reign is over,
perfect life he did impart.
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