Timeless Reading
"And I saw a mighty angel proclaiming in a loud voice, “Who is worthy to break the seals and open the scroll?” (Revelation 5:2)
While the Lamb examined the scroll,
Carefully studying its seals,
Men anticipated with baited breath
For its contents to be revealed.
Its many folds significant,
Each lined and grayed with age,
The seal lay unheeded, unread,
From creation’s primal stage.
Composed by Almighty God,
The message succinct and clear,
When opened read (all filled with dread):
“My love for you is most dear!”
Shocked and astounded, people wept,
How could this missive be true,
When life is filled with pain and death,
All subject to ridicule?
Confidently mounting the cross,
The Lamb, so gentle and sweet,
Triumphantly redeemed our loss,
Thus death he did defeat.
Still, we fail to understand,
Or maybe refuse to see?
To suffer for love, or with love,
Is the greatest mystery.
That God does love, and loves us dear,
And yet allows suffering,
Makes no sense to us who fear
Losing sinful pleasuring.
For that one thing, the love of sin,
To go against the will of God!
When will we stop and face the truth?
How badly we are flawed?
Slow we are, but so is the Lord,
Fulfilling redemption’s plan.
That scroll saved us endless discord,
Was always the hope of man!
Sin will empty, grace does refill,
And so the cycle may go:
While the scroll fulfills free will,
Truest love forever flows.
Take but a moment, then, my friend
And ponder these truths for you:
Pain and sin aren’t the end of men,
When timeless scrolled love will do.
While the Lamb examined the scroll,
Carefully studying its seals,
Men anticipated with baited breath
For its contents to be revealed.
Its many folds significant,
Each lined and grayed with age,
The seal lay unheeded, unread,
From creation’s primal stage.
Composed by Almighty God,
The message succinct and clear,
When opened read (all filled with dread):
“My love for you is most dear!”
Shocked and astounded, people wept,
How could this missive be true,
When life is filled with pain and death,
All subject to ridicule?
Confidently mounting the cross,
The Lamb, so gentle and sweet,
Triumphantly redeemed our loss,
Thus death he did defeat.
Still, we fail to understand,
Or maybe refuse to see?
To suffer for love, or with love,
Is the greatest mystery.
That God does love, and loves us dear,
And yet allows suffering,
Makes no sense to us who fear
Losing sinful pleasuring.
For that one thing, the love of sin,
To go against the will of God!
When will we stop and face the truth?
How badly we are flawed?
Slow we are, but so is the Lord,
Fulfilling redemption’s plan.
That scroll saved us endless discord,
Was always the hope of man!
Sin will empty, grace does refill,
And so the cycle may go:
While the scroll fulfills free will,
Truest love forever flows.
Take but a moment, then, my friend
And ponder these truths for you:
Pain and sin aren’t the end of men,
When timeless scrolled love will do.




