GOOD NEWS POEM (Luke 13: 10-17)
Love is beautiful but it is also terrible; terrible in its determination to allow nothing blemished or unworthy to remain in the beloved. Hanna Hurnard- Hinds Feet in High Places

Into the synagogue He entered, and so the people He taught;
A spirit had crippled a woman there, 18 years, no deliverance brought.
Unable to straighten at all, her body always was bent;
Jesus saw, and calling her forward, to heal her was His intent.
“Woman from your infirmity”, Jesus said, “you are set free”;
Placing hands upon her, she straightened up, immediately.
Christ died according to Scripture, for our sins, then buried in a cave;
On the 3rd day, according to Scripture, He raised to life, from the grave.
He then appeared to many, becoming witnesses to His glory;
Some recorded what they had seen, telling others the Gospel story.
The woman now so grateful, feeling his healing ways;
Showed to all she was thankful, now giving to God her praise.
Indignant at Jesus for healing, it being a Sabbath day;
The synagogue rulers’ wish, all healing to be delayed.
And so he told the people, “ There are six days for work.”;
“ Come be healed then, not the Sabbath”, Gods’ love he did shirk.
The Lord answered, “ You hypocrites! Doesn’t each of you untie”;
“his ox or donkey on the Sabbath, leading to water so they don’t die?”
“ Then this woman, a daughter of Abraham, who Satan bound many a year”;
“should be freed on the Sabbath, from whatever has bound her here”.
His opponents all were humiliated, after Jesus had spoken;
But the people all were delighted, wonderful things Jesus had woken.
This same way Jesus cares for each of us, not wanting any to be bound,
By all the lies the world will offer, instead by Him to be crowned;
By His love, with His righteousness, He already paid for your sin;
Just give Him the life you already ruined, your situation turned into ‘win-win’.
You might think, ”My life’s pretty great, I don’t need Jesus right now”;
True, but ‘now’s not my main concern, for one day every knee will bow;
Also every tongue will confess, Jesus is Lord to the glory of God;
Humble yourself, the strongest thing you can do, the narrow path some have trod.
Jesus is King of kings, Lord of all, avoiding Him, the deadliest game;
In the end you won’t find Him at all weak or mild, yourself only to blame.
Gods’ offer, still open to any, will keep you from straits so dire;
Other options? Sorry just one, unimaginable suffering in eternal fire.
If you say it’s not fair, well who are you? Jesus created it all;
It’s His rules we need go by, on His name, humbly to call.
My purpose? To offend pride to death, also to divide you from strife;
The joy of every created thing, to fulfill Gods’ purpose for it’s life.