Say What You May.

You may not believe

But the story we're telling,

You have to admit,

Is rather compelling.

It may not seem real,

That God truly exists,

Or that He cares so darn much

For this group of misfits.

You may reject out of hand,

Or just spit in my face,

Or just tell me I'm crazy,

Or from outer space.

That you might need a savior,

You may never admit,

Why should you need forgiving?

It all looks great from where you sit.

But your heart truly knows,

What's real and what's what.

Are you truly so perfect?

Your heart says: anything but.

You can mask and keep covered,

Your myriad faults.

You can bury and lock them,

In myriad vaults.

Though the story of Jesus

Seems silly to you,

After all, why should you honor,

Some ancient dead Jew?

Because, I will tell you,

This man is alive!

Still around and still breathing,

Despite being crucified!

And this man you malign,

This figure you mock,

He's the Lord, the Redeemer,

The Lamb and the Rock!

For God looked upon man,

In it's pitiable state.

And He came in the flesh,

To redeem and relate.

This God,

to whom all of the Universe bows,

This God,

Who has kept every one of His vows.

This God,

Who you laugh at, you slander, malign,

Came down to the earth,

To trade His life for mine.

This God became man,

To make renegades whole,

For the God of creation,

Loves humanity's soul.

Now you may not believe,

And you may not give heed,

But you cannot deny,

Humanity's need.

We are all far from perfect,

Every one of us dark,

So beyond what we were,

So far gone past the mark.

I know where I stand,

I know that I'm free,

Thanks to God, my Redeemer,

and the Lamb on the tree.

By. Jonathan E. Schaefer