In the Women’s Small Group at my house we’re going through the Gospel of John.
(“You can drown in John,” my pastor friend Parris said.
She’s right. This will be our 5th week and we’re just finishing the first chapter. Smile.)
In the book of John, Jesus calls himself many things–The Shepherd, the Door, the Way, The Word, Bread of Life. Living Water.
The metaphors all fit.
But the one that has been speaking to me the most is The Rock.
‘Rock of Ages, Cleft for Me’ has been going through my head….and it just occurred to me to observe the parallels in the Old and New Testaments.
Here’s something I wrote with all of that in mind:
Rocks at my feet
Granite gray, growing grace
giving voice to God.
Ageless rock, one with a cleft
In which to hide
‘a place by me where you shall stand…’
The prophet fit in,
folding himself against the wall,
as God’s glory passed by.
Being saved from certain death,
Servant man covered;
Yahweh’s hand held up
as power paraded in full sight.
Rock of ages cleft for me
Me hidden, held close
cleanly kept because
of his cleaving,
to carry my wrong.
My Rock on which to stand.
This time beholding him face to face,
Seeing His glory revealed
through the crack
of the Father’s heart
Split, blood spilt
to shelter me.