Who Do You Serve Poem by Steve Gregory

Who Do You Serve

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Which Jesus do you worship?
Which Saviour do you serve?
Is He the Warrior that Revelation tells,
Or is He a timid baby,
Gentle Jesus, Meek and Mild,
Who when he was young,
No crying he made?
Maybe you thought you knew Him
As the boy who apparently hid,
Who slipped silently from his parents
And sat at Rabbis feet?
Who is it the church describes
When they leave him hanging high?
Is it the Jesus who will grant you prosperity
As soon as your gift cheque clears?
Is it the Lord who wipes your tears
And say that your loved one is
In heaven, even though they did not believe?
Who told you he was gentle?
Who told you he was meek?
Who said that Christ was mild
And called you names because
You said that Jesus could never be
Those things they taught?
Have you bought in to the Hollywood ideal
Of a Christ who was perfect and white
Or a Christ who did not actually
Die?
Did you look on at the Christ of mankind
Hanging on a cross, still!
Who is this Jewish Messiah who people
Claim to serve and mock at
The same time?
Did the Jesus you heard about
Take flight or stand to fight?
Did the Jesus you were taught
Stand or run?
Is He the Son of God that you thought?
Or is He the Son of Man, who was never known?
Does He measure up to your ideal?
Is your Jesus a fibreglass statue standing in the foyer?
Or is He the marble carving hanging on the Church wall?
Is your Jesus a Worrier or a Warrior?
Does your Jesus sit astride a pale horse with
Sword in hand and armour on?
Does your Jesus throw the money changers out,
Or just turn about and say,
‘That's OK, so long as they pay?
Who turned Christ in to a shadow
Of himself?
Who said that Jesus has to be quiet
And behave like everyone else?
Who made the noise that shut his voice
Out?
Who killed my Jesus?
Who made Him the timid mockery that we worship today?
My Jesus is righteously angry
At those who turned him timid!
He is standing next to you, speaking with
A two edged sword that cuts the fibreglass Jesus
To pieces and causes the marble statue to crack and fall!
He is the Messiah who turned tables
Upside down and whipped the
Thieves in His Fathers House!
My Jesus is not the Hollywood white man
Or the comedic sideshow
That today some churches
Aspire to follow!
My Jesus is real, Flesh and blood,
The Warrior King of Heaven who was
Broken and beaten and pained
At what this world perceived as true
And untouchable!
My Jesus wants to break my humanity
And make it real like his divinity
My Jesus wants to create me as his child
As a follower who will listen and learn
My Jesus is the Man of God
Son of God, A part of God's
Trinity, He is not a spaceman
Or a figment of my imagination
My Jesus is real, He is the pattern
From which I came,
Jesus is my Identity
My Identity is found
In Jesus.
Who do you serve?
Gentle Jesus, Meek and Mild?
Or The Jesus of the Crucifixion,
Who was stripped naked, flogged,
Forced to drag His Cross through
Jerusalem's streets. To hang on that tree
To die and shed real blood
And cry, real pain?
Which Jesus is your heart reaching for?
Mine is looking to the Cross.
Looking to the skies, for when
He comes again
As a Warrior, not a worrier as
Some would say he was.
My Jesus is the Commander of Angel
Forces that will battle
For the sealed, a Warrior who
Will thrust His two edged sword through
The hearts of those who deny His existence,
And those who still say
He was gentle meek and mild.
Allow me to introduce the real Jesus
The Jesus who did cry when he was a babe,
The Jesus who did scrape his shins as a child,
Who took humanity and made it his own.
The Warrior King who took on flesh
And left His Heavenly home
And turned his humanity
Into Divinity at the site of the cross
The Real Jesus, the sallow skinned
Not too good looking Jesus
Who prophets told and no one listened.
Allow me to Introduce you to
Jesus Christ, Son of God,
The Messiah, The King of kings,
The Warrior King Jehovah
Yahweh, Lord of Hosts.
Allow me to introduce the
Saviour, who took my form and
Recreated me in His likeness.
Jesus, Crucified
Jesus, Righteously Angry
Jesus, who fought with satan
And won.
Who do you serve?
You decide!
I know who I serve, and I stand
With armour on.

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