On the Resurrection: A Poem to the Israelites
Oh hear Israel and listen today, know you not why nations have sorrow
Do you know that your King who was spurned and rejected
Is coming again on the morrow
Have you read what the Book of Isaiah would tell – that backs would be turned upon Him
Do you know He was wounded, bruised and chastised
Do you know that He died for our sin
Have you heard of the man acquainted with sorrow
And know of the grief He did bear
Of his face so torn, so bloodied and beaten, His face that once was so fair
Do you know of oppression, of affliction and pain, of things He might say if He would
Do you know as a lamb to the slaughter He came, of His love when before them He stood?
Have you read of the Cross, and the pain that He bore
Do you know of the tomb in the Garden
Do you know of the words that He cried on that day
Did you know He asked God for our pardon?
Have you read on the third day He rose from that grave,
And rose to His Father’s right hand.
Do you know of the day when His glory we’ll see
Of the day when before Him we’ll stand
Have you read that in beauty He grew up before us
And that by His stripes we are healed
And know He was wounded for our transgressions
And His blood is now our shield
Do you know ‘twas for us that He hung on the Cross
‘Twas for us that He suffered and died
Did you know ‘twas for us with sword bright and gleaming
That a Roman opened his side
Have you read ‘tis like sheep that nations do stumble
So blind and so far astray
Do you know to reach out for your eyes to be opened
Hear your Lord say, “My sheep, I’m the way.”
Have you read of that day of Jerusalem’s ruin
When your nation cried out in sorrow
And know of the day of His coming again –
Realise that it might be tomorrow.
Inspired by Isaiah 53