Behold Your Saviour (Poem)

 

Behold Your Saviour

Behold the Man – the Perfect Man,
The Promised Seed from days of old;
The Son of Man who came from Heaven,
As all My chosen prophets had foretold.

Behold My Servant – with opened ears,
Delighting to do all of My will;
In the Volume of the Book it is written,
All of My Law would He fulfill.

Behold your King – the King of Kings,
The Son of David ruling from on High;
The Prince of Peace, the Lion of Judah,
The Living Waters of Shiloh flowing by.

Behold your God – the one True God,
Your greatest need He would provide;
This is My Son in whom I’m well pleased,
This is the reason for which He died:

Behold the Lamb of God – which took away the world’s sin,
He was smitten of God – as the Bible has revealed;
The only Mediator between God and men,
Your atonement for sin – with His stripes you are healed.

Behold your Saviour – who shed His blood on the cross,
The Man of Sorrows – who by wicked men was slain;
He came out of the tomb, death couldn’t hold Him –
Behold, the Lord Jesus Christ is risen again!

September 30th, 2021
Jerry Bouey

John 19:5 Then came Jesus forth, wearing the crown of thorns, and the purple robe. And Pilate saith unto them, Behold the man!

Isaiah 42:1 Behold my servant, whom I uphold; mine elect, in whom my soul delighteth; I have put my spirit upon him: he shall bring forth judgment to the Gentiles.

John 19:14 And it was the preparation of the passover, and about the sixth hour: and he saith unto the Jews, Behold your King!

Isaiah 40:9 O Zion, that bringest good tidings, get thee up into the high mountain; O Jerusalem, that bringest good tidings, lift up thy voice with strength; lift it up, be not afraid; say unto the cities of Judah, Behold your God!

John 1:29 The next day John seeth Jesus coming unto him, and saith, Behold the Lamb of God, which taketh away the sin of the world.

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