A short ballad? I guess...

April 26 2007
Well, for those of you who take the time to read this, I hope it was worth it :), haha...


Enter into the thick, blood thirsty air of 29 AD, where an odd echoseems to be permeating the atmosphere...

"Never... underestimate our Jesus..."

And the carnage begins:
He's just a carpenter's son!
No better than the rest of us,
As the law bound hypocrites,
Tried him of his blasphemous, repugnant crimes.
Haha! The King of the Jews, are you?
Scowled the hate-filled soldiers,
Before they crowned him in their disgust,
And beat him like a scoundrel.
They they carried him to the cross, pinned in agony and humiliation,
For crimes he had not the capacity to commit,
Yet was forced to stay broken there, and bleeding,

And yet, in the midst of all the pain, all the noise,and all the
A whisper,
Carried on the wind of a thousand of the redeemed,

"Never underestimate our Jesus,They're telling you there is no hope, we're telling you,

They're wrong."

The aural echo dissipates as the crowds hurl their malicious insults,
Drowning whatever hope you may have thought you heard.
As prior hope turns to despair, you look up to see him crying out inagony,
Asking his father, why he had been forsaken.
And right then, regardless of what that "echo" was stating, you
All hope is lost.

But all of the sudden the ground shakes, and a chaos of a different
hue ensues,
"The temple veil has been torn in two!" You hear one shout,
"Some who were dead are now alive!" Shouts another...
And then the clutter becomes too much,
You can't take in the surprise, uncertainty, and fear among the
All seems like an overbearing blur.
Your ears feel as if they'll bleed from this emotional, unstable
cacophony bearing down on you...
And then you hear it..
A declaration so absurd, so inconceivable, but even as it blisters
your weary ears,
You can't deny it,
"Surely this man was the Son of God!"

And then,
It all makes sense.
And even as you see a limp body taken down from His execution, the
later news you find of his resurrection bore no resemblance to the
deep, resonating assurance you found at this time, and at this
He is, the Son of God
Jesus Christ, the Savior, of the entire world,
And He's giving His life
For you.
And then...following the peace, following your belief... in the wake
of your consumption with your revelation,
All goes quiet.

And a silence so penetrating ensues, that the few moments it lasts
seem all too ominous to withstain.
But then,
Something happens...,

And a faint, faint whisper, rises from the stillness,
And all the angels gathered with the saints and said,

Underestimate our Jesus.
They told you there was no hope,
And we're telling you:

They were wrong."