A long night it was
Curses, Spittles, Blows and Kicks
A long night it was.
The dawn finally came
With it brought
A new hope.
Hope really?
Wishful thinking maybe?
The sun as ever,
Glimmered with conviction.
Does it know how it will end?
Does it?
People trudge in to see.
An abomination committed.
It's price, death.
Curious faces point out.
Feelings displayed.
Pity, discord, pain, scorn.
The Father had been asked to take all this away.
But this was to be the culmination of all.
He can be pictured saying
"Surely just a few more hours. Just hold on."
The prophesies coming true.
Of his state.
Surely no man can look like that.
But it's the price.
The wages of sin ...
The price has to be paid.
In full.
Not a penny more...
The trial is over quickly.
The power is with the people under bondage. Democracy at its best in a land of slaves.
The Puppet gives him away
To the butchers.
To the vultures
To make a feast.
For the sake of the nation,
The man has to die.
Thus they say.
A death like none before.
A criminal's death.
But was he one?
And so the tree is placed on his shoulders
"Carry on King," they mock.
And so we trudge on.
A picture of determination on his face.
"Do you not know what is happening to you?"
I want to ask
"And what have you done to prevent it?"
He seems to reply.
I'm taken back to the past night.
That dreadful night.
That dreadful cock.
That dreadful crow.
A wave of self judgement hits me.
How could I do it
" I tell you, I do not know him," I shout.
Not once,
Not twice
Thrice.
All the three years he's been with me.
When he needs me most
I forsake him.
In seconds I deny our relationship.
I was to be his rock.
The sun is clearly giving it's all today.
The weekend's festivities
Dull.
I no longer look forward to it.
I had anticipated celebrating it with him.
The air is thick with dust.
I find it hard to breathe.
What about him.
What about the man I gave up
Without a a second thought.
Crowds throng to see him.
Others to mock him
Some to weep.
We are headed to that dreadful hill.
The hill of criminals
But in this case,
the hill of my Savior
Or
Our savior
But they can't see.
They have eyes but...
His words keep ringing in my head.
He falls.
I can't take this.
I weep.
We arrive at the place.
The hallowed ground.
The sight of pilgrimage.
In the years to come.
They nail him on the tree. Beside him
Two criminals,
True criminals.
He looks out at the people.
Our eyes meet
Our gaze holds.
He speaks to me.
A voice of assurety and love.
I now see why he had to do this...
Behold the Lamb of God...