Handed over as a criminal.
Tormented and tortured.
Flesh was torn from flesh.
Covered in free flowing blood.
Mocked with a crown of thorns
placed upon His brow.
Led away, had dung and refuse thrown at Him.
Carried His own cross.
Salt and vinegar were pored on His wounds.
He drank sour wine.
His broken body was placed on the cross of
Rusty spikes were nailed into His wrists
Slowly suffocated, He could not lift His broken
body to breathe.
Some laughed and made jest.
Some mourned, crying out loud.
The sky turned blacker than black,
then it cracked.
One could almost hear God's heart break.
As the veil in the temple fell, rent in two.
The ground heaved.
As He cried "IT IS FINISHED!"
With that God's own Son gave up His spirit
All grew deathly still.
As He was lowered down, wrapped in linen, and
Only to be placed in a borrowed tomb.
The opening blocked by a mighty stone.
The Lord of lords, the King of kings was dead.
Three days past.
The stone was found shattered into dust.
The tomb found empty for the shroud
that had wrapped Christ's body.
Nailed, dead, risen.
He had risen!
Then gave His Spirit to comfort all generations
The prophecy fulfilled!
Sins forgiven to whosoever believed Him
The Way, the Truth, the Life.
SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY-(13/01/2013)