Crucifixion - A Poem
Today, in acknowledgement of Jesus sacrifice, I present a poem I wrote about the crucifixion.
The echoes of the hammer have fallen away
Now just heard are the moans of those hung from the trees
Three have a view over the crowd
And one, the innocent
His view is of eternity seen through a veil
Of blood and pain
From a body battered and torn
Thorn crown on his head mocks His station before the crowd
Both then and now
Not eyes that accuse, condemn or show vengeance
Only love and forgiveness are shown those who dare return His look
To man and woman shows pity and sorrow
From a face no longer known
Broken and torn
Three to die discuss their fate
In the face of death half denied, half known
How much greater the knowledge of those
Soon to depart the mortal realm?
Fall of night at top of day
And anguish descends
“It is finished” comes the cry
Victory always, defeated never
A cloth immemorial torn asunder
Access for all granted to that once hidden
God set free on a world in need of Him
The spirit departs from Him who died sinless
Not taken or stolen
But given freely like the love of the Father
The dawn of understanding comes to those gathered
Events have passed before them
The ground on which they tread has become sacred
They are in the presence of the one they owe the most
But can give the least
The fulcrum of history rests on a cross in Jerusalem
The very watershed of time is a death undeserved
“It is finished” echoes still in our time and place
Take heed of his voice and know
The father has love so great that His son’s life
Was the cost to bring you to himself
Heed the cry and squander not
The opportunity given
But hold tightly to the gift given you on Golgotha.
He is risen and He rose for you.
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