Tell Me, Who Do You Say That I Am

Jesus did many other things as well. If every one of them were written down, I suppose that even the whole world would not have room for the books that would be written. John 21:25 NIV Tell Me, Who Do You Say That I Am The wind whispers of him. Rocks long to call out his name. Angels ponder this salvation. Demons shake in utter fear. The throngs were looking for physical food. God of all creation, in front of them, fed them fish and bread. Heaven’s bread out of reach They ran when he tried to teach. To his close knit group, he’d ask, and even they were perplexed, their inner core knotted. This man supreme would curtail storms, walk on the sea, feed crowds with a handful of seeds. Tell me who do you say that I am? This simple, humble, feet-washer would spend his short life healing others. This eye-piercing man would bore into a woman’s soul, tear her away from her shame, be the cause of a rumbling fame. The King of kings sought her out. This lover of freedom, untwists the cords of slavery that binds our souls. Divinity longs to hold — not stare us down, nor strike us down, nor trample us. Love incarnate knelt down to peer in our eyes, surprise us with truth instead of worldly lies. Tell me who do you say that I am? O Lord, let my every breath be an answer to your question, my every step, my every action. Amen! 4/27/2021 Tell Me, Who Do You Say That I Am Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose