Friday, April 22, 2011

One Tiny Tender Shoot

One Tiny Tender Shoot

From barren soil, drought-stricken, parched
one tiny tender Shoot appeared.
So plain and homely was its form
it was not welcomed nor revered
where men in sullen shadows marched.

Abundant sorrow shame and grief
bent the Sprout low to the ground,
so smitten and afflicted here
that even God most surely frowned,
making its earthly visit brief.

I saw through eyes blind and diseased;
I saw, and yet assumed the worst:
Death was the end –His just reward,
but of the dead He was the first
to end its curse, and God was pleased!

Abundant love coursed through His veins,
abundant pardon, mercy, grace
gushed from violent gaping wounds,
compassion dripping from His face;
Only His righteousness remains.

Broken and bathed in Jesus’ blood
my sins are gone, my sight restored!
The Bud, once stricken, scorned, despised
now stately, treasured, and adored;
once-thirsty soil quenched by the flood.

Abundant life and joy and peace
sustain my spirit, soul and mind!
I feast on Him, my daily bread,
And drink His water, milk, and wine…
abundant gifts that never cease!

~Sharlyn Guthrie
(Based on Isaiah 53 and 55:1)


  1. I don't even want to imagine our lives without that abundant love. shudder. Thanks for sharing this, Sharlyn.

  2. Hi Sharlyn

    That was a wonderful poem!

    Praise the Lord for His sacrifice on the cross for sinners like me.

    God bless and have a great Easter :-)


  3. Wow- Sharlyn- you are truly a talented writer. This piece is amazing and clear- beautifully put. I love it and it's message of His Love.
    Just wonderful- I needed to hear this again today.

    Happy Easter!


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