Christ or Caiaphas

In the year that Christ was Crucified, He prophesied. In that year Caiaphas was the High Priest, he prophesied too about the substitutionary salvation of the Messiah.

Christ sent his disciples to cast out devils, Caiaphas had his caste of preachers too, his Pharisee children that defied devilry
Christ was the Teacher and Lawgiver. He proclaimed from Mount Olives. Caiaphas thundered his sayings from the temple mount
And if you lived then, who would you have chosen to follow? The signs were the same in deed and name. But Christ was the promise of the age manifested. Caiaphas was what the human sages suggested.
Same stark choice stares us in the face today in the sunset of the human race.
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Visiting Cleopas & His Friend

On a searing hot Sunday afternoon
Cleopas and friend were mournful
As they trod the road to Emmaus
The Messiah’s loss was so painful
The Lamb was harangued and hanged
He who was once the Great Jewish Hope
And Israel’s freedom was now damned
With faith crushed how would they cope?
A Stranger joined them on the way
And asked the cause of their sadness
Bemused, they mused He must be new
Not to know about Friday’s gory darkness
The Stranger began with prophecies of old
How Friday’ crucifixion was a manifestation
And a triumph of Messianic vindication
For Christ must offer to suffer and die for all
To take away the dark cloud of death’s pall
He spoke till they arrived Emmaus at dusk
They invited Him in-made their home an inn
Supper served, He broke bread in His manner
Revelation flashed, This was Him the same as
Before the nails and gore-He was risen
Off He went to confirm His resurrection
To others like us still bound in fear’s prison
For He is that same as He was that day
By past prophecy proving His present sway

 

Doubt Not The Light

 

If it is folly to take a silver spoon
To scoop out the mighty ocean
If it would be torment and not a boon
To attempt the endless and thankless
Think again when you doubt the Word
That made the great galaxies above
Which was trusted by those who trod
The preceding paths of our faith
If prophecies could not be stale
Nor visions decay and lose fission
But remained active till time of fruition
Then buoyed by joy we believe
And see miracles exploding before us
Accept Light and fight not the right
Any Icarus that challenges the Son Light
Will be melted for his thankless meddling
And be consumed after judgement’s dawning