Hey guys. I was just thinking about a writing project I’m currently working on. I am SOO blessed to have such an amazing church with such amazing people to work with, and such amazing friends and piers. I absolutely love my life. This year I have permission to write the VBS skit. A small portion of the VBS Day is a skit, portraying the Bible stories, theme, and Jesus in the skit. I am so thrilled to be able to use my love for writing to bless the church. It’s an answered prayer, and I’m so excited.
VBS is three days long at my church, and so I have to write three short skits. The first day’s theme is focused on “Let’s Spend S’more Time With Jesus.” I felt convicted writing that skit, so I decided to sit outside on our porch and spend some more time with Jesus.
I wanted to get to know Him. I’ve been sort of distracted this last few weeks by a friend from church, and I want to focus on how much Jesus loves me. So I approached Him with a heart full of love that wanted to be expressed. Of course being a writer, I dug out my Idea Book and (I use a mechanical pencil) clicked my pencil, and began to meditate. Here’s what I came up with:
I love Jesus, and I want to love Him more.
I want to spend more time with Him, to get to know Him.
I want to become close friends,
And love Him the way He deserves to be loved.
I want to sit on His lap,
And feel His arm around my shoulders;
To see His priceless smile as He looks my way.
I want to weep for the pain He took,
Well I was still a sinner.
“Behold the man upon the cross,
My sin upon His shoulders.
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice
Call out among the scoffers
It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life;
I know that it is finished.”
I want to carry His body from the cross to the grave weeping
And wash the blood from His disfigured face with my tears.
I want to stroke His crushed hands, and tell Him I love Him.
I want to wrap Him in soft cloth,
With spices to sooth the pain.
The pain that is no longer there.
I want my heart torn as His body,
I want to hurt for Him and with Him.
I want to sob for the life that has left the body,
And for the reason that it had to.
I want to spend every minute of the Sabbath
Counting down the hours until I can go back to the tomb,
Back to the place where the man I love lay.
I want my hear to beat in anticipation
As I walk with the other ladies
That early Sunday morning.
I want to long to speak with Him again,
And yet die inside,
Because I know He won’t hear me.
I want to stand frozen in shock as I see the tomb open,
and my raw heart ripped open
When I tear down the path and look in
Seeing the body of my Beloved is no longer there.
I want to stand numb,
Watching as the girls peak in,
Then turn, and run back toward town,
Awe and terror written on their faces.
I want to walk to Mary, and ask her what had happened.
I want a heartbeat of hope to appear as I hear what the angels said,
And than an explosion as I remember His words.
I want to fly down through the grass crying
“He IS Alive! Jesus is alive!
“Jesus! Jesus! Where are you?”
I want to hear something behind me and turn.
I want unutterable joy and love to flood me as I throw myself at Him,
Weeping into His shirt as He hugs me.
“Don’t hold on so tight,” He chuckles softly,
“I haven’t gone to my Father yet.”
Smiling He pulls back and looks me in the eyes,
Love spelled out in His face,
“Go tell my brothers I’m going back.
“Back to my Father and your Father,
“My God and your God.”
I want to take His hands into mine,
And trace the scars on His wrists.
I want to kiss them,
First the right, then the left.
Then look up into his gentle face and whisper
Before I turn and run for the tomb
Yelling “Peter! James! Thomas! John!
“Boys! Jesus is alive!
“He’s going back home!”
I want my beating heart and feet to make a tune
As my soul soars, singing
“He’s alive. He’s alive. He’s alive.”
And as I watch Him ascend back
To my Father and your Father
My God and your God,
I want to hang onto His every word.
I want to know beyond understanding
That He will never leave and never forsake.
And He will be with me until He comes back to take us Home
Isn’t our God an awesome God?
What do you think about the new background?
3 thoughts on “The Resurrection”
Wern’t some of those lines from the song “How Deep The Father’s Love?” It’s one of my favorite songs and I know it on my fiddle.
What version of the Bible do you read, B.R.B.?
I believe that there is only one true version, and it is the KJV. People have changed God’s Holy Word over the years, and I pray for all the mixed up people who read a different version.
*High five* KJV Rules!!!
Yes, I only read KJV.
And yes, that is from “How deep the father’s love for us” I really like that song.
The actual article I wrote in my journal actually had multiple song quotes, but I cut out only this part of the notes.
Thank you, Libby, for the post! 🙂