He walked along the garden path
cloaked in silent beauty
tho His soul screamed out in agony
as He struggled with His duty
Too soon would time arrest Him
and assault His mortal bones
stripping Him of dignity
to leave Him so alone
He stood before the judges
who questioned what He taught
jeered by crowds of skeptics
for the miracles He wrought
Soldiers cruelly flogged Him
with words and leaded lash
till His wounds were sorely bloodied
and His Spirit nearly dashed
With razored thorns they crowned Him
pressed roughly to His head
to mock his royal status
yet not a word He said
Upon His back they laid a cross
that no mere man could bear
weighted by a world of sin
no more could one man care
Every step toward Calvary
was afflicted with such pain
though each was taken willingly
to mankind’s greatest gain
Along the way was little solace
His mother’s tears, most anguished
a woman’s veil, the Cyrene’s hands
His pangs could not extinguish
At last He reached the journey’s end
but relief was not to be
His hands and feet they did impale
to hang Him from that tree
His death laid shadow ‘cross the sky
the ground beneath was shaken
at last they knew God’s only Son
was the one whose life was taken
They thought that death had conquered Him
And His flesh would turn to dust
That His memory would fade away
while His flock would lose their trust
But the Son fulfilled God’s promise
His temple twice erected
Against all human logic
His life was resurrected
On that Blessed Sunday
men born in any age
could now accept salvation
and be freed from sin’s outrage
For all, and for eternity
He duly paid the cost
which guilt and sin does yet incur
so no soul need be lost!
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 9:15 AM UTC
He walked along the garden path
cloaked in silent beauty
tho His soul screamed out in agony
as He struggled with His duty
Too soon would time arrest Him
and assault His mortal bones
stripping Him of dignity
to leave Him so alone
He stood before the judges
who questioned what He taught
jeered by crowds of skeptics
for the miracles He wrought
Soldiers cruelly flogged Him
with words and leaded lash
till His wounds were sorely bloodied
and His Spirit nearly dashed
With razored thorns they crowned Him
pressed roughly to His head
to mock his royal status
yet not a word He said
Upon His back they laid a cross
that no mere man could bear
weighted by a world of sin
no more could one man care
Every step toward Calvary
was afflicted with such pain
though each was taken willingly
to mankind’s greatest gain
Along the way was little solace
His mother’s tears, most anguished
a woman’s veil, the Cyrene’s hands
His pangs could not extinguish
At last He reached the journey’s end
but relief was not to be
His hands and feet they did impale
to hang Him from that tree
His death laid shadow ‘cross the sky
the ground beneath was shaken
at last they knew God’s only Son
was the one whose life was taken
They thought that death had conquered Him
And His flesh would turn to dust
That His memory would fade away
while His flock would lose their trust
But the Son fulfilled God’s promise
His temple twice erected
Against all human logic
His life was resurrected
On that Blessed Sunday
men born in any age
could now accept salvation
and be freed from sin’s outrage
For all, and for eternity
He duly paid the cost
which guilt and sin does yet incur
so no soul need be lost!
In acknowledgment of the Source of my inspiration, poetic & otherwise.
A most Blessed & Transforming Easter to all!
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