Foxes have holes…

18 Now when Jesus saw the crowd, he ordered his disciples to go over to the other side of the lake. 19 A legal expert came and said to him, “Teacher, I’ll follow you wherever you go.” 20 Jesus replied, “Foxes have dens, and the birds in the sky have nests, but the Human One has no place to lay his head.” 21 Another man, one of his disciples, said to him, “Lord, first let me go and bury my father.” 22 But Jesus said to him, “Follow me, and let the dead bury their own dead.” (Matthew 8:18-22, CEB)

As I read this passage it reminds me of a song one of my pastors wrote and I played on with him. It is based on this passage.

Here are the lyrics:
Not so long ago – in a not so glorious birth
The King of all creation suffered
As a servant here on earth
He spoke about a Kingdom
And He said it was at hand
What they saw, they couldn’t perceive
And though they heard, they didn’t understand

Foxes have their holes
And the birds, they have their nests
The Son of God had nowhere
To lay His head to rest
But the stone that they’ve rejected
Has become the Corner stone
He was sin who knew no sin
Then He ascended to the throne of God

Though I look through eyes of faith
It’s still hard to believe
That the Son of God would die
Upon that cross between two thieves
One would think that when God came to earth
He would have a more majestic plan
But His ways are so mysterious
And will still don’t understand.

Jesus came here and knew what was going to happen. He stepped of the throne and became a human, and suffered. He lived to show us how to love and did it by dying the most gruesome death possible. Knowing this place wasn’t his home and what would happen, he chose to come and show us how to love.

So love. Love like Jesus.

Love People. Love God.

Published by asacredrebel

Lions tamed Dragons slain Leaders equipped Disciples trained Jedi Christian Living the Gospel out loud!

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