Isaiah 50:7 – Prophecy on the Saviour

“Because the Sovereign Lord helps me, I will not be disgraced. Therefore have I set my face like flint, and I know I will not be put to shame.”

I dragged this cross through stone and street

Until crucifixion was accomplished, but it wasnt the final feat

On a holy day before the Passover, when they could do no more physical harm

They excitedly thirsted for more torture, no, they could not be calm

So stripping Me bare, they flung insults as their ultimate arms.

But I was prepared, and I want to arm you too,

For people’s constant insulting wounds that are hard to undo,

I need you to set your face like flint

Follow My strategy, take the Divine hint

Disgrace and shame was part of the game

It was integral in My redemptive aim

For while Adam’s sin, by the tree of knowledge, left him naked and ashamed

So on that tree I was crucified, stripped naked and shamed.

Till grace and dignity were both reclaimed!

While Adam felt his nakedness and fell to shame,

Because he sold his birthright and renounced his name

He left his Father to be God’s rival,

And unknowingly tore the garments of Grace that the Father spun

For garments of greater “glory” the Liar said could be won

He tried to make himself an equal and not God’s son. 

But he didn’t realize it was in calling God, Abba 

He had never known emptiness, nakedness nor disgrace. 

For the clothing of grace were tied to his title as son. 

Though on that cross, I was physically exposed

My Holy Name could never be deposed

So I tuned out the insults meant to slay

I set My face like flint, ignoring My mockers’ every hint

And focused on how My Father saw Me, and who I Am!

As in a theatre, I intently focused, lost in His tears and feeling His cry of grief, 

So in His silent love, I found my soul’s relief. 

And when His Holy anger seemed to rise and burn them down, 

I stood between His justice and the mocking town.

And shouted out a plea 

In the midst of confused soldiers and the questioning crowd

“Father Forgive them for they know not what they do!”

All the while because I focused on Him, I beheld His gaze

And saw out of His love a holy fire of justice start to set ablaze

So I was not consumed with fear, anger and insults of the crowd

But saw the Father’s justice growing loud

While the world did not see this sight

I put out the fire of His righteous anger with all My might

One plea from His Son, changed it all

I felt His love from the start and even from the cross I stood tall.

Remember the rich, the proud lazy dignitaries (who did not want to be challenged) sought My tortures even more (and will yours), 

Under satan’s possession their thirst had no cure

But that was not so, with the mature

To the hard working, certain soldiers, the humble and true

My silence, resignation to shame and plea to love 

Struck a chord of deeper understanding, made them anew.

While one side doused Me with shame

These others were silently outraged and screamed for the honour of My name

But the irony was.. 

Here I was forced to wear garments of shame but never felt disgrace (as Adam did)!!

Remember these kind of people in life

When around you they seem determined to drag your soul to the trash

Stand back from them and don’t fall for the bait, getting brash

Remember your birthright, remember who you are: 

A child of Glory, a bright and morning star

Engage not with the crowd, but choose to rise,

And see yourself through heaven’s holy eyes

Remember He hates those garments of disgrace 

That they would force you to embrace

But wraps you in the Technicolour light of grace.

Let the Father of all Glory, who made you His Glorious child

See that through your faith, you proudly wear without giving up, your birthright’s glorious style!