I was just this morning made aware of the situation in Afghanistan. It truly broke my heart. As I was reading articles about the situation, I came across a story and video about an American military plane that landed on Afghan soil to help with the evacuation. When the plane reached capacity, it prepared to take off. On the outside, though, people so desperate for freedom clung to the hull of the plane, even as it took off down the airstrip. It was so sad.

It got me thinking, though. Jesus, much like the plane, came to bring us freedom and allow us to flee from the bondage of our sinful past. He died and physically left this world, ascending to Heaven on clouds. He will carry us to safety and to eternal life, only if we desperately cling to Him.

Because of this, I wrote a poem about the situation and the Gospel.

Cling to the Plane

The massive plane lands

The ground shakes with joy

Its deep green stands out

Tells the world its here

The people rush in

Trying to touch it

Everyone is scared

They cry to be saved

Engines roar to life

It is time to leave

Humans on the ground

Still yearn for freedom

They keep running in

No time to slow down

They grab for the wings

They lunge at the wheels

The plane takes off now

Their strength increasing

They cling to the plane

Their only resort

The tiny babe wails

The sky shakes with praise

His dark skin blends in

“Tell the world He’s here”

The crowds all rush in

Try to touch His coat

Everyone hurting

They need to be saved

Anger roars to life

It’s His time to die

Humans at his side

Reject His freedom

We need to run in

No time to slow down

I grab for the cross

And pray for His grace

The tomb is empty

Jesus in Heaven

I cling to His name

My only resort!