Avent Maranatha Poem

What does a flower do but bloom and die
As rose petals do fall among the thorns
And some buds fail to bloom, where is the life?
My friends, for unto us a child is born.

What do we make of corporate corruption
At widows, orphans, foreigners unfed
The rulers only stand to make their riches.
My friends, for unto us a King is given.

We practice and rehearse in Adventtide
The coming of our hope Emmanuel
The Savior who was born only to die
To rise and teach, to bring about renewal.

Our God in His great mercy gave His Son
We hope to know and see His quick return.


Andrew Backer grew up in southern California and started attending Rez in July, ’22. He is currently pursuing a Masters in Higher Education and Student Development at Wheaton College. Andrew enjoys writing poetry devotionally as it is a place to witness the beauty of the Lord and respond in worship.

Learn how you can participate in the RezArts Festival this winter, our church-wide celebration of creativity. Try your hand at “artes divinae,” creating art with the Lord. Find resources and guidelines here.¬†

Note: This poem is not an official submission to the RezArts Festival, but intends to encourage the sharing of creative works with the Body of Christ.




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