You think He’s a prophet, a great teacher,
nothing more, nothing less
Have you ever read
the many crazy things He said?
He spoke like a street corner sandwich-board
From that time on Jesus began to preach,
“Repent, for the kingdom of heaven has come near.”
Or a homeless man rambling on
about angels and demons
The field is the world, and the good seed stands for the people of the kingdom.
The weeds are the people of the evil one, and the enemy who sows them is the devil.
The harvest is the end of the age, and the harvesters are angels.
He was homeless, with no place to lay His head
No one listens to a crazy man with a sandwich-board
or the homeless man rambling on
You surely don’t call them prophets, or great teachers
just crazy, nothing more
He spoke like a paranoid schizophrenic
certain the ones in power were after Him
We are going up to Jerusalem, and the Son of Man will be delivered
over to the chief priests and the teachers of the law.
They will condemn him to death and will hand him over to the Gentiles
to be mocked and flogged and crucified.
He was plagued by delusions of grandeur
claiming He was God; had always lived and always would
even after He died, He claimed He would rise again
“On the third day I will be raised to life!”
“Very truly I tell you,” Jesus answered, “before Abraham was born, I am!”
No one would listen to someone who made such claims today
They would lock Him in the loony bin, put Him on meds
until He understood He was just a man
The leaders of His day did even worse
They crucified Him because He claimed He was the Messiah
the Son of God
Jesus replied. “But I say to all of you: From now on you will see the Son of Man
sitting at the right hand of the Mighty One and coming on the clouds of heaven.”
Then the high priest said, “Look, now you have heard the blasphemy. What do you think?”
“He is worthy of death,” they answered.
But He offered some great advice, you say
and spoke of love and forgiveness
That He did, but His advice, His commands
turned many away who thought His teaching too hard
If your hand causes you to stumble, cut it off. . .
And if your foot causes you to stumble, cut it off. . .
And if your eye causes you to stumble, pluck it out.
He who eats My flesh and drinks My blood has eternal life,
and I will raise him up on the last day.
For My flesh is true food, and My blood is true drink.
Those who followed Him then, those who follow Him now
do so not because He was a great teacher or a prophet
but because He was who He said He was
Immanuel, God with us
nothing more, and certainly nothing less