September Savior
By Joshua Chandler
Terror raging, tumult waging,
savage anger congregating,
torn through every teflon plating.
Heroes march through darkest hours.
Watch him die. Then hit the showers.
See and question. “Have we power?”
“Where is God’s almighty hand?”
“Doth He sleep?” “Misunderstand?”
“Can we watch while faith now crumbles?”
“Is this how God condemns or humbles?”
“A different peace?” “A new ‘be still?’”
“Silence brought by men who kill?”
“Silence brought by men who kill?”
The quiet breaks as someone asks,
“Who will stand and face these tasks?”
A man steps forth when all is still
and softly whispers, “Lord, I will.”
Sin had ravaged Israel’s sealing,
Phariseeded law past feeling.
Death! The conqueror of each soul,
ceases hearts and takes control.
Corruption fills each worldly goal.
Comes the question, “Are we free?”
“How could God let Satan be?”
“Does He laugh to watch us flail?”
“Try and win, but always fail?”
We are prisoners to the chain
We are prisoners to the chain
of temporal pleasures, worldly gain.
Who will die for each betrayer
that God may answer every prayer?
The bitter cup, now over filt,
and Jesus prays, “Lord, as thou wilt.”
And now a kiss sells our one master.
The second tower crumbles faster.
Pilate rinses both his hands.
A nation faces war’s demands.
They scourge Him steady and make him stand
and walk. We tread the sands of terror.
Walk up hill, “cross-standard bearer.”
“Follow me!” cries the begotten.
Hero’s death so soon forgotten.
“In God we trust,” a backward sentence?
Have we lost sight of real repentance?
Our hero died. His blood was spilt,
Now ris’n asking “What now thou wilt?”
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