Death was but a fraction of His sorrows and His woes,
Or the pain Jesus felt from his scalp to his toes.
God's silence was like an arrow that plunged through his heart
It was our sin that tore Jesus and his father apart.
In ignorance his adversaries administered torture and shame
With taunts and jibes they besmirched his lovely name.
Abandoned by The Father, to suffer in agony, alone,
For degradation and Sin His Precious blood must atone.
Before all his loved ones, he was suspended in the air,
In abject humiliation, His body completely bare.
Then, "it is finished" was his last, agonizing cry,
It was for your sin and mine that Jesus must die.
The blood covenant completed, the final sacrifice,
His blood for your soul, the only acceptable price.
His death confirmed, his followers felt impending doom,
Took him down and placed him in a borrowed tomb.
His followers now felt abandoned, leaderless, alone
The King of Creation had not assumed his rightful throne.
But Lo! On the third day He arose from the grave,
With Authority to reign and Power to save.
We are no longer in bondage to sickness and death,
For our sins were blotted out with Jesus' last breath.
We can shout with abandon "Hallelujah, we are free,
To live and reign with Jesus for all Eternity.
By F. W. (Lucky) Hope
Inspirational Poetry by Lucky Hope
