Ransom of the Rams

Watching my Rams in Nature, I realize God is teaching me.

"The Two Rams in the Field" by Bill Hunt c 2011

 

The World is cruel to Jesus, the most loving

and true man who ever lived.

Those in darkness always hate the light.

Man is born in such rebellion of sin.

So only by Love,

I am bought, paid for, ransomed, and redeemed by the Blood of Jesus.

I watched the Rams spend long years in the fields with each other as brothers. They grazed in the grass and lay in the shade of hot days. They sheltered in the hutch at night or when the weather turned inclement.

One day, two men came, orchestrated by God.

They paid the ransom for the Rams.

They caught them and took them away to a new home.

There is a herd, a ram family, lots of friends,

field, water, and good shepherds.

I see God loves my Rams.

They go to a far, far better place.

Jesus is my Shepherd.

He takes me to a far, far better place.

Though I am a sinful man,

God forgives perfectly, and God forgets perfectly.

I lift my eyes to him.

God loves perfectly.

That's why he sent his Son.

The angels come suddenly one day without warning

and take us away

to a far, far better place.

To Jesus the King, with wounds in his hands and feet.

This is the cost paid for our ransom

from sin.

The King of the Universe ransoms me.

He is the kinsman redeemer for the family of God.

He takes me to his Father,

the Ancient of Days,

the Alpha, the Omega,

the Great I AM, ONE.

I was slandered. I was reviled like him

by those with wicked hearts.

Women, with cold iron who connived evil.

Men, with extinct hearts and blind eyes and deaf ears.

No love, honesty, integrity, or truth lay

within their chests. Only darkness.

But God called me, his Witness.

“Father, forgive them, for they know not

what they do.”

Through the years, through history, daily, over and over and over again.

The Good Shepherd came and found me.

He breathed life with the Ruha into my bones,

into my spirit, and raised me up.

“You are my Prince,” he said.

He raised me up and dressed me as a Warrior King

with a battle crown.

“You are my coheir,” he said.

“With rank of king, authority, power, and rule.

Except these wounds.

These are mine alone.”

I fell on my face before him.

I found my self in Great Light at his Father's throne.

With all my being, I cried,

GLORY!

– a monologue by Bill Hunt

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The LORD* will make His face to shine upon you

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