This poem is the result of a challenge, which led to an inspiration. A dear friend asked if I would pen a poem using this word as it was a favorite of hers. I told her I would try, but in all honesty, I didn’t foresee the emergence of a poem from such a word. But, as with the word whatever, God showed me the wealth within this word and then…oh my goodness…how could I not write about its worth? I hope this poem reveals the power and humility wrapped up in such a seemingly simple word…not unlike the way power and humility were once wrapped up in The seemingly simple Word.
“Father, if You are willing, take this cup away from Me–nevertheless, not My will, but Yours, be done.” – Luke 22:42
“Nevertheless,” His words rang out,
To Father from the Son;
“Nevertheless, not what I will,
But what You will be done.”
“Nevertheless, I’ll drink this cup,
It’s what I came to do.
Though it will be a bitter drink,
My sup will man rescue.”