flatline...friday

This is free thought verse written to the video posted in the Songs, Music and Artwork section of this site entitled "The Lamb"...

I have been watching it every day during Lent. It is haunting, thought provoking, and sobering. The lyrics are accidental startling. When they sing 'so take my name and feed my children' the irony is fascinating if we grasp that the powers were 'cutting him off from the land of the living...that his name, his legacy, his family...may be remembered no more.'

It would be as if he never existed.

The lamb led to slaughter is important as well. A lamb by virtue of its age would never ever have offspring, children. He is a Lamb who has no name, no future, it would be as if he were 'no more remembered'.

Prelude: 'But I was like a gentle lamb that is led to the slaughter; and I knew not that they had devised devices against me,'saying , Let us destroy the tree with the fruit thereof, and let us cut him off from the land of the living, that his name may be no more remembered.' -- Jeremiah 11:19

Song: THE LAMB

Jesus is building something…with intention

He is drawing a line in the sand…with purpose

You see black and I see shadows…

I Am the lamb…and I Am a dead man…

Entrance and exit from the city…

Take my name and feed my children…

My remains as a holy temple...

because I Am a Lamb and I Am a dead man

I hear Psalm 22 faintly calling…

Dust to dust from Mary's hand

"My God, My God why hast thou forsaken me?"

Draw near… kiss the feet and taste the blood of love...don’t concern yourself with the sanitization...

I Am a Lamb...I Am a dead man

Limp and lifeless lowered

Crucifixion tools exposed

Blank stare of the mother

"Who has done this to me? To mine? What right?"

Heartbeat to flat line...last blow...last pump...last breath

I Am the lamb…and I Am a dead man…

Psalm 22

For the director of music. To the tune of "The Doe of the Morning." A psalm of David.

¹ My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
Why are you so far from saving me,
so far from the words of my groaning?

² O my God, I cry out by day, but you do not answer,
by night, and am not silent.

³ Yet you are enthroned as the Holy One;
you are the praise of Israel. ^[a]

⁴ In you our fathers put their trust;
they trusted and you delivered them.

⁵ They cried to you and were saved;
in you they trusted and were not disappointed.

⁶ But I am a worm and not a man,
scorned by men and despised by the people.

⁷ All who see me mock me;
they hurl insults, shaking their heads:

I AM the Lamb...and I AM a dead man

⁸ "He trusts in the LORD;
let the LORD rescue him.
Let him deliver him,
since he delights in him."

⁹ Yet you brought me out of the womb;
you made me trust in you
even at my mother's breast.

¹⁰ From birth I was cast upon you;
from my mother's womb you have been my God.

¹¹ Do not be far from me,
for trouble is near
and there is no one to help.

I AM the Lamb...and I AM a dead man

¹² Many bulls surround me;
strong bulls of Bashan encircle me.

¹³ Roaring lions tearing their prey
open their mouths wide against me.

¹⁴ I am poured out like water,
and all my bones are out of joint.
My heart has turned to wax;
it has melted away within me.

I AM the Lamb...and I AM a dead man

¹⁵ My strength is dried up like a potsherd,
and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth;
you lay me ^[b] in the dust of death.

¹⁶ Dogs have surrounded me;
a band of evil men has encircled me,
they have pierced ^[c] my hands and my feet.

¹⁷ I can count all my bones;
people stare and gloat over me.

¹⁸ They divide my garments among them
and cast lots for my clothing.

I AM the Lamb...and I AM a dead man

¹⁹ But you, O LORD, be not far off;
O my Strength, come quickly to help me.

²⁰ Deliver my life from the sword,
my precious life from the power of the dogs.

²¹ Rescue me from the mouth of the lions;
save ^[d] me from the horns of the wild oxen.

²² I will declare your name to my brothers;
in the congregation I will praise you.

²³ You who fear the LORD, praise him!
All you descendants of Jacob, honor him!
Revere him, all you descendants of Israel!

²⁴ For he has not despised or disdained
the suffering of the afflicted one;
he has not hidden his face from him

but has listened to his cry for help.

but has listened to his cry for help.

I AM the Lamb...and I AM a dead man

but has listened to his cry for help.

but has listened to his cry for help.

"I have been crucified with Christ; and it is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me; and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself up for me."

Now listen to my cry for help...for I am a lamb....and I am a dead man...so help me O God you are my refuge and only hope...for I am a lamb...and I am a dead man.

Isaiah 53

He was despised and rejected—
a man of sorrows, acquainted with deepest grief.
We turned our backs on him and looked the other way.
He was despised, and we did not care.

Yet it was our weaknesses he carried;
it was our sorrows that weighed him down.
And we thought his troubles were a punishment from God,
a punishment for his own sins!

But he was pierced for our rebellion,
crushed for our sins.
He was beaten so we could be whole.
He was whipped so we could be healed.

All of us, like sheep, have strayed away.
We have left God’s paths to follow our own.
Yet the Lord laid on him
the sins of us all.

He was oppressed and treated harshly,
yet he never said a word.
He was led like a lamb to the slaughter.
And as a sheep is silent before the shearers,
he did not open his mouth.

Unjustly condemned,
he was led away.
No one cared that he died without descendants,
that his life was cut short in midstream.

But he was struck down
for the rebellion of my people.
He had done no wrong
and had never deceived anyone.

But he was buried like a criminal;
he was put in a rich man’s grave.