Friday, March 30, 2012
Feet near the earth, crowned brow to the skies,
God's arms outstretched, mankind's savior dies.
On the death post, beam,
His precious life blood, does gleam.
Three iron spikes hold in place,
spotless Lamb, now dirty, sacrificial face.
Voice whispering, cracking, groaning,
outpoured life, sinners atoning.
Parched throat, dry lips, mercy please,
Cheap wine on hyssop, Creator they tease.
Deep into heaven does He gaze,
Searching, praying Father, nothing but haze.
Redemption provided, His only cry,
Wounded, bruised head, He bows, He dies.
Cold, hard men, granite like face death,
Watch, remark, Christ of God gasps last breath.
Now, their hearts hard as stone,
Strangely moved, their sin atoned.
For, they have watched countless die,
Limp, lifeless bodies, suspended high.
Men, now close to post, beam,
Ugly truth transformed to beauties gleam.