
If you ever find your way to the Desiring God resource page, I recommend that you click on the poetry tab. Each year, John Piper writes and reads a poem for his congregation as a gift for each week of Advent. The poem usually focuses on a Biblical character around which Dr. Piper creates a story of what he thinks would have taken place. The portion that I have posted below comes from the poem, Peter, Ananias, and Sapphira. It takes place after both Ananias and Sapphira are dead and buried. As Peter sits beside the graves, he knows that his sin of denying Christ was far worse than the sin that brought such a harsh judgement upon Ananias and Sapphira. Peter asks, “Why did I not drop dead?” The following is God’s reply:
And then the Lord replied, “It’s true,
My friend, your sin was worse, and you
Deserved the countenance of wrath
Far more than these two here. Your path
Led straight to hell, and if I would
Have let you go, no power could
Have kept you from the flames. I did
Not owe you this, nor is it hid
From open sight that you, my friend,
Are saved by grace, and in the end
Are chosen unconstrained by good
Or evil deeds that would or could
Be made the root of my decrees.
In heaven and on earth I please
The counsel of my wisdom first.
For centuries my name has burst
The chains laid on my will by man,
When he presumes to shape my plan
Around his self-defining will-
A futile thing, for I fulfill
The purposes I formed before
The world was made. Do not make war
Against my freedom, Peter. All
That I have ever done to call
And carry you is free. Receive
This gift and tremble as you grieve
Beside these graves. If it were not
For grace, this would have been your lot.
They fell before your feet depraved,
That you might know how you were saved.”
Then, speechless, Peter rose and set
His face to follow Christ, and let
Each breath and trace of faith display
The way that sovereign grace holds sway.
And now as we light candle two,
May Christ illumine me and you,
To see that we deserve no good
From him, and sovereign justice would
Be served, if all of us fell dead
At Jesus’ feet. But if, instead,
We live and stand before his throne,
Let thanks be given for grace alone.
And let the one who doubts say this:
“It is my everlasting bliss
To know that God elects not by
Our works, but his decree, and I
Dare not use my iniquity
To prove that he rejected me.
O precious promise, sweet command:
Trust Christ alone, and you will stand.”
Listen to John Piper read the whole poem here.