Loser

Just wanted to share this one with you during the season of Lent/Easter.  It's an older one of my poems (2008), but I like it.  Mostly because there have been many times I've been called a loser-- and many other things as well-- and I find it comforting to think that people called my hero names, too.  It's kind of a round-about jolt of caffiene for my mood because Hey! if they could be that off-base about my Jesus, maybe I'm better than they think, too.

They called him “Loser”

Didn’t know he’d already won
They called him “Helpless”
Didn’t see the power of the Son
 
Despised, rejected, “Man of Sorrows” is His name
But this Man is my friend and I trust Him just the same
 
They called him “Homeless”
Didn’t know He lives in me
They called him “Worthless”
Didn’t get His identity
 
For though He was killed when they hung Him on that tree
This Superman has conquered death and He’s coming back for me!
 
I call Him “Savior”
Don’t you know He took my sin
I call Him “Lover”
‘Cause He made me want to live again