Dark in the day-He
washed their feet
Drank with them-ate
with them
“Traitor, hasten up
time is no more” He says
Though he delayed-he
at last betrayed the LORD.
Dark in the
garden-he earnestly prayed
Unselfishly pouring
out-His soul so pained
Asking but one
thing-the grace to carry on
A mission so
daunting-so tasking, so cruel
Dark in the
night-with a passion so strong He prayed
Bearing in mind-a
road of torture, tumult and Gaul
Feeling the
pains-never to give up-reluctant to give in
A mission to redeem,
to refresh, to reinstate
Later that
evening-the King Eternal is sold
Cheap the price-so
we might be redeem costlier
With a blood
spilled-on the road to the “Place of the Skull”
Beaten, slapped,
spat on, abused, and bruised!
A thief of damnation
freed-a chief of salvation killed
He silently
willingly agreed to die-just for you and I
Crown of thorns upon
His-six inches nail-like-pace upon His head
Writhing in
pains-though eager to die-a mission fulfilled
Brought to the
street-stripes upon His back
Laughed to scorn,
beaten to pulp-a cross to carry on
Way to mount of the
skull-so cruel, so agonizing, so treacherous
Oh! If not for Him,
who else could bear this shame, this pain, this curse?
Nailed to the
cross-a pain so severe, so calamitous
Raised up before the
world-a mockery so dreadful-garments to cast lots
Bitter gaul to
drink-sun darken in the day-mother wept
Pierced upon His
side-water cum blood gushing forth
“Dad forgive
them-they are ignoramus of Your love”
“Mother, behold your
beloved son!-sons behold your mother”
“My Lord, My God! Why
reject me now?”
“It is done,
finished”-He did all these for me, you-all, what a love so pure!!!
