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Will We Change?

The tears, sorrow and pain on His face we ignore
Pretense with - that’s a picture, are you so sure?
Nonchalance is the stand that we take
When will we change and stop this act of fake?

He was born to a simple innocent virgin called Mary
And His foster father Joseph a poor carpenter
Something that we could never ever do
It is so difficult because we so love this zoo!

At the chosen time when he gathered His disciples together to join Him
By His example they embraced His commandment
When questioned about this by the learned many
He simply replied 'love one another' is the best of plenty.

Joining the people, scholars and clergy at a general place
He taught them simple parables many did not embrace
The idea was to get Him out of the way
To pave a road to riches and make their day.

They plotted and planned and chose the easiest betrayer
Who kissed Jesus his Master, The Savior
Thirty pieces of silver was their solution
The end result a conscience - a rope so inviting.

They scourged, mocked, spat at Him with gleeful abandon
Even put a crown of thorns and chanted their slogan
They planted a huge cross that He had to carry up a hill
When He fell down they started their drill
The idea was to get Him up there to Calvary
And put an end to this Savior of humanity.

They drew lots for his clothing that they stripped Him of
Not a care of what they were bringing about
Hammering nails into His palms and feet…
They straightened the cross and took a seat.

When He cried 'My God My God why have You forgotten me' they had more to say
But forgiveness for our sins were His last words before the end of day
When He drew His last breath they finally realized…
That the man on the cross paid the ultimate price - the price for our sinful lives.

Comments

Unknown said…
very good for u!!!
Juliana said…
Very good.........makes you very sad and tearful.

Julie
Thanks Julie. I know, I felt real sad writing the poem as well.
Sheetal said…
beautiful Yas simply beautiful
Unknown said…
Every knee shall bow every tongue confess that JESUS CHRIST is LORD!!

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