Of Ages
Lo, I am here: behold the Light, my children.
Dost thou remember?
Adam acknowledged me, as did Noah;
Though long ages have long since past,
Still I am here, and still I call to thee.
Dost thou remember?
Lo, I am here: behold the Light, my sons.
Wilt thou remember?
Abraham knelt to me, and great faith had he.
The life of his son was not as precious to him
As was obeying his Lord in Heaven.
A promise I made to him,
And that promise
I have kept.
What of Moses?
What of his faith?
Great it was, yet look at his life.
Perfect and sinless he was not before I summoned him.
The blood of the Egyptian lay upon his hands.
By faith, however, was he restored,
And great were his deeds in life.
Yea, falter towards the end did he,
But who amongst thou has not?
What of David?
What of his life?
Great it was, yet look at his life.
But a Shepard boy he was, when his summons came.
Not from his king, but from his Lord above:
It was I who stirred his heart to slay the giant
Who dared defy the armies of the living God.
Great was his rise, yet not without blemish was he.
Bathsheba, it was, who bathed upon the roof.
Yea, there was temptation, but choice there was also,
And the wrong one did David make.
Blood did he have on his hands,
That of Uriah the Hittite.
Yea, he sinned,
But who amongst thou has not?
Of many more could I tell thee:
Of Solomon, of Josiah, of Daniel, of John.
The list is nigh endless of the names glorified in my Word,
And yet infinitely many more there are,
Unsung heroes, to a name.
Yet, were all of their glories added together,
They could not hold the tiniest candle,
To my Son, the Holy One of Israel,
The Messiah, Christ, who is above all thrones of Earth.
Thou hast heard it said:
Yea, he sinned,
But who amongst thou has not.
Christ amongst thou has not.
He is above reproach, above the slanders of the enemy.
Sin could not touch him.
Death would hot have had he not allowed it.
Why did he allow it?
Thou hast heard it said,
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.
That is why he allowed death to touch him,
For all of those heroes who have walked before,
Be they great or small, have had no power over death,
For great though they were, still they sinned, and so they died.
Christ has the final victory:
Marvel not that I speak in the present tense.
The battle was fought and won upon Calvary's cross,
That victory is already won, and is His, and can be thine,
If thou wilt but hearken unto me,
And remember the God, the faith, of thy fathers.
Lo, I am here: behold the Light, my children.
Dost thou remember?
Wilt thou remember?