Brace yourself. I am haunted by what you are about to read.
So I don’t take away from these words I will not say anything else except, please excuse my lack in poetic structure. I copied this by ear. The words are correct but may not be written out like it should as a poem.
When I became a Christian I said “Lord now fill me in;
tell me what I’ll suffer in this world of shame and sin.”
And He said, Well your body could be killed
and left to rot and stink.
Do you still want to follow me
and I said, “Amen – I think.”
I think Amen. Amen I think. I think I say Amen.
Look I’m not completely sure. Could we just run through that again.
You say my body could be killed and left to rot and stink.
Oh yeah that sounds terrific Lord I say, Amen I think.
But Lord, look there must be other ways to follow you I said,
I would really prefer to end up dying in my bed.
Well yes He said you could put up with sneers and scorn and spit.
Do you still want to follow me. And I said Amen – A bit.
A bit, Amen. Amen, a bit. A bit I say Amen.
Look I’m not entirely sure. Could we just run through that again.
You said I could put up with sneers and scorn and spit.
Well yes I made up my mind and I say Amen, a bit.
Well I set back and thought a while; I mean I tried a different ploy
I said now Lord the good book says Christians live in joy.
That’s true He said. You’re going to need the joy – to bear the pain and sorrow.
Do you still want to follow me? And I said, Amen – tomorrow.
Tomorrow Lord I’ll say it then. Tomorrow’s when I’ll say Amen.
You see I’ve got to get it clear could we just run through it again.
You said that I will need the joy to bear the pain and sorrow.
Well yes I think I’ve got it straight I’ll say Amen, tomorrow.
He said look I’m not asking you to spend an hour with me,
a quick salvation sandwich and a cup of sanctity.
The cost is you. Not half of you. But every single bit.
Now tell me will you follow me? And I said Amen. Now I quit.
I’m awfully sorry Lord. I said I’d like to follow you
but I don’t think religion is a manly thing to do.
And He said, you forget religion then and you think about my Son
and you tell me if you are manly enough to do what He has done?
Are you man enough to see the need? Are you man enough to go?
Are you man enough to care for those that no one wants to know?
Are you man enough to say the things that people hate to hear?
And battle through Gethsemane in loneliness and fear?
And listen are you man enough to stand it at the end,
the moment of betrayal by the kisses of your friend?
Are you man enough to hold your tongue? Are you man enough to cry?
And when the nails break your body, are you man enough to die?
Man enough to take the pain and wear it like a crown.
Man enough to love this world and turn it upside down?
Are you man enough to follow me? I ask you once again?
I said, Lord I’m frightened, but I also said Amen.
Amen. Amen. Amen, amen.
I said Lord I’m so frightened, but I also said, Amen.
(English friend of Michael Frost, taken from one of his sermons.)