A WRITER’S STORY

 

 

I am a writer

I write stories

I imagine words that makes a rhythm and a great line

When I start writing, I don’t always know

How it would end

That is sometimes the fun of it

How do I know when to stop?

How do I know this is the best way to end this?

Because it feels good

It feels right

Now this is what amazes me about Jesus

He came already knowing the end

He was the writer of His own Story

He knew how it would end

I can just imagine

Just like my pen graces upon my notebook

He started writing too

But He already knew how it would end

He knew where to drop His pen

Did He feel good when He dropped that pen?

Did it feel right

It may have felt right but as human

I can only imagine He didn’t feel good

Born in a manger

Wrapped in swaddling clothes

Father a carpenter

Started ministry at 30

Cousin John beheaded

Rejected by the ones He loved

Betrayed by one of His own

Crucified by those He came to save

Denied by His friend

Deserted by His friend’s hours leading to His death

He knew all these, yet He still did it

He knew His story before it began

Yet He chose to live that story

He lived a short life so I can live an everlasting life.