Your Life For HIM
The Servant’s Way
(#044 from Suffer Well Devotional Series©)
If you buy a Hebrew servant, he is to serve you for six years. But in the seventh year, he shall go free, without paying anything. If he comes alone, he is to go free alone; but if he has a wife when he comes, she is to go with him. If his master gives him a wife and she bears him sons or daughters, the woman and her children shall belong to her master, and only the man shall go free. But if the servant declares, “I love my master and my wife and children and do not want to go free,” then his master must take him before the judges. He shall take him to the door or the doorpost and pierce his ear with an awl. Then he will be his servant for life. (Exodus 21:2-6)
He knew what freedom meant. It meant there was only one way in all things, and that was the way of the Father, His Master. There could be no variation; no shadow of turning if He was to complete the task at hand. Everything was perfect; everything was precise, word for word, precept upon precept.
By preferring His bride and children, He knew He would pay a hefty price. As He again contemplated the law of the Hebrew servant, there could be no doubt about what His orders were. A servant, after all, follows orders.
It was the acceptance of the task at hand, long before Gethsemane, when the sweat that flowed like blood began. It first started when the sacrifice was contemplated, when He declared, “I love My Master, My bride, our children. This is why I came. My form was in existence long before the creation of man; but now I have chosen to stay, to become a servant for life. I will no longer be like the wind, but ‘taking the form of a bondservant, and coming in the likeness of men. And being found in appearance as a man’ (Philippians 2:7-8). Taking on the form of a man, this is when My piercing began.
When First I Was Pierced
One to be pierced as prescribed by the law,
His Master well pleased to infinity,
In an instant the cup of redemption fulfilled,
All it took… “Hand over Divinity.”
Yes, I am He who took on your form,
The true sacrifice that must be heeded.
I never before had these hands or these feet,
These limbs I’d simply not needed.
How can you kill who has always existed?
It’s the mystery of faith we concede.
The thought of the death of this One Divine,
You might-as-well ask wind to bleed.
Do not be mistaken with skewed human thinking,
That My hope was for this cup to be taken,
It was for joy set before Me I accepted your stake;
But with that all eternity shaken.
For the rest of My days just as you I will be,
The depth of this sacrifice of Mine,
Something new to embrace, even for Me,
Yet to you I will still be Divine.