Burden of sin, faith within…

A week ago, these streets of old filled with people,palms and praise…
Today misguided hate they hurt peace’s prince then on a cross him raise…
What fickle hearts bear witness as their hands feebly struggle at washing blood away…
Who here hurts when we read of the dastardly deed for our sins perpetrated that day….
Have you said not one but thrice, I don’t know you lord, before a rooster beckons the dawn…
Piercing crown of our affliction, splintered weight of our sin, carried, but for a moment to an end..
Weep not for me but your selves he calls as heavy feet on stones stumbling, falls…
Mallets swung with malice slamming jagged irons rusty point through yeilding flesh…
Whump, Whump, Whump…as the groans from onlookers grow, he knows…
Crucifying calls drop from a chant to but a few lips, till none as the mallet again falls…
Whump, Whump, Whump, tears falling not in fear but deaths grip on an unsuspecting world….
Tears cut crimson paths across split cheeks for the souls never to know heavens hills…
Whump, Whump, Whump, the wood strikes iron till bone and flesh yield..
But this humble spirit rises, unyielding, knowing with each strike another soul finds hope…
Despair at deaths approach flees before eternities courage, each face he sees…
These now, and those to be, who will come, know and love him like you and me…
Hoisted above the crowd, dropped with a thud, rugged splintered sides tear in to his own…
Sins sting burns within every fiber of his human form reaching a heavenly heart….
From a humble start, to this world renewing part, our fears between his shoulders born…
Raising up of bloody heels as forged iron burns ragged nerves, for a breath till none comes…
Each till one last gasp,father, father, why have you forsaken, the veil torn, a vow broken…
No smile from his whip ravaged face have I seen, till a peace with in him, is there it seems…
Darkness fills our world as the light leaves rending the separation from God and men…
No man between our prayers and God, only the spirit for them carried on…
Bound then encased for three days,now in the grave there is none…
From a grave to this heart, where he belonged from the start…
Forgiven, for he is risen, he lives, that we may have
WAM

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