Kevin Hartnett Poetry

If He Had Faltered Even Once

They spit upon His meekness, 

And struck Him in the face. 

Their floggers swung with hatred; 

They stripped Him in disgrace. 

Deep worked the Roman anger 

That tortured Him, a Jew; 

Yet this His contemplation: 

“They know not what they do.” 

 

His people cheered “Hosanna,” 

Then had Him crucified. 

They freed corrupt Barabbas; 

To sentence Him, they lied. 

He hung outside their city, 

Where leaders mocked Him too; 

Yet this, the hurt He carried: 

“I would have gathered you.” 

 

No angels came to help Him 

When Heaven on Him fell. 

The Devil tried to reach Him 

Through ev’ry lie in hell. 

Unthinkable the anguish 

As Father crushed the Son, 

Yet this His firm conviction: 

“Thy will, not mine, be done.” 

 

No selfishness, no hatred, 

No spitefulness was there. 

No unbelief, no cursing, 

No pity from despair. 

One sinful thought; one failure, 

And Love would not succeed. 

The ransomed souls of hist’ry 

Must His perfection plead. 

 

If He had faltered even once, 

In flames of hell would men abide. 

Then ponder Christ, and praise at length 

The strength of Him there crucified. 

   

-- K. Hartnett, May 2007

 

I wrote this one backwards, i.e. having the idea for the last four lines before writing the rest.  Verse one highlights Christ's physical sufferings; verse two, His emotional/mental and verse three, His spiritual.  The colossal irony that the very men who tempted Him to failure were among those He died in perfection to save captures my imagination - and praise.

 

What Now Do You See?

What now do you see?

And can it be the force of Truth

That here unites two lives as one? 

They vowed to God;

What simple happenstance occurred to make it so?

The book, the prayers, the animated faces-

All speak the great and common tongue of knowledge held most dear.

 

Did He indeed design the complimentary nature of the parties joined?

The elegance of every aspect speaks itself.

And louder still, the order seen in those who likewise vowed in times before.

 

‘Twas Christ Himself who taught that truth

Is heard by those who have an ear;

What now do you hear?

 

-- K. Hartnett, 11/2006

My friends Ken and Rachael Boer asked me to write a poem that they might print and have available on the tables at their wedding reception.  Their prayer and desire was to point non-church-attenders to God, and the fact that marriage is His design- meant in part as as a picture of the relationship between Christ and the church.  I actually wrote them two poems.  This one was the one they used.  The other is called This Picture His