The Quiet Man - Poem by Doug Blair
He came to do his Father’s will,
This quiet man of Nazareth;
At thirty years he pondered still
The mission that would mean his death.
A carpenter of low estate,
The quiet man lay down his tools
And turned to his appointed fate
To ransom sinners Satan rules.
The quiet man at Jordan’s flow,
Approached the holy prophet John
For baptism, ere God would show
The Lamb the Dove would rest upon.
In wilderness, fasting in prayer,
The quiet man withstood the test
Of Satan’s smooth seductions there,
Convinced this world was not God’s best.
In Galilee he met the cries
Of every pressing human need;
And healed their hurts, their hearts and eyes.
This quiet man of bless’ed creed.
On holy mount with God’s envoys,
Enwrapped in glory from above,
The quiet man chose servant’s joys,
Descending to the vale in love.
Descending, condescending, yes,
To save and heal the sin-possessed;
To preach a Kingdom truly blessed,
This quiet man of God obsessed.
The quiet man, a prey to powers,
With sweat like blood through all his pores,
Prayed strengthening in dark night hours:
“Oh Father, not my will but yours.”
Mid jeering crowds as nail wounds screamed,
The quiet man hung from a cross
As sin, dismissed from God he seemed,
Yet faithful, would not suffer loss.
Into the very bowels of hell
Where Satan ruled with cruel delight;
The quiet man heard death’s death-knell
As God pronounced him just and right.
Descending, condescending, done!
For sin he bled and did atone.
For life he battled death alone,
This quiet man sent from God’s throne.
His body rested in the tomb
Until the Easter morning light,
When slipping off the sheets of doom,
The quiet man arose from night.
Upon the Mount of Olivet,
Alive again, by saints adored,
And pledging Spirit comfort yet;
The quiet man ascended Lord.
Oh there is yet another morn
Which angels will announce with pride,
With trumpet calls for those twice-born;
The quiet man shall claim His Bride.
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