Our family’s communion devotional is this beautiful poem, which was penned by a family friend about ten years ago. May these words bless your lives as they have blessed ours.
Often I’ve Wondered by Jeff Bogue
Often I’ve wondered
How You must have felt
There in the garden
As Your only Son knelt.
A cry for release
From a destiny grave,
Did Your heart break in two?
Were You longing to save?
Three times He beseeched You,
His blood dripping like wine,
Each time still resolving
Not My will but Thine.
Did You want to stop time?
Change Your plan? Save Your Son?
After all, You are God…
Say the word and it’s done.
Some things can’t be fathomed,
Some concepts aren’t grown,
At least ’til you have one,
A son of your own.
I look at my son
And think, “No way could I
Just stand back and watch
While he suffered and died.”
I’d lay down my life
To save him from death;
To ensure his deliverance,
I’d breathe my last breath.
That’s when You showed me
A scene crystal clear
It’s for us Your dear children,
Through Your Son You came here.
You did hear His prayer!
But there was no other way
To bring Your lost children
Home forever to stay.
You had to have cried
As He sweat drops of blood,
Knowing He must endure it,
A true gift of love.
As men mocked Him and beat Him,
Did anger burn within you?
Calmed only by His voice “Forgive;
They know not what they do.”
As they drove the spikes
That pierced His flesh,
Did You flinch from His pain?
Did You feel His distress?
As He hung on the cross,
Gasping for air,
Did it hurt You when they said,
“His God doesn’t care?”
Surely Your pain reached its height
As He cried out, then died.
You tore the veil, shook the Earth;
From You, nothing could hide.
Was the pain You must have felt
Transformed the third day
To triumphant rejoicing
As the stone rolled away,
When He rose by Your power
Defeating sin and the grave
And completing Your plan
That the lost could be saved?
And now He’s there beside You,
Jesus, name above all,
Waiting for the shout
And Your mighty trumpet call.
Often I’ve wondered
How You’ll feel on that day
When all of Your children
Are home to stay.
© Jeff Bogue
May 9, 1999
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Beautiful. I wish I could write poetry. I wish I could write poetry like that!
Jeff,
My dear brother, I still have a copy of this poem in my treasure box. I would love to see and hear more of your penned thoughts. Thank you Bill for sharing it with others. May God bless you richly as you serve Him and glorify His name with your lives.