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Created on: December 05, 2008
Rising Son
It was raining that day not a light in the sky.
The ground was shaking as the wind blew by.
Petals were torn from their bending stems
and the clouds covered the earth from end to end.
I could see His skin torn from its bone,
and the crown He wore of deep, sharp thorns.
His blood ran down His solemn face
as He carried His cross to its resting place.
My hope and faith seemed so lost
as they nailed my Savior to His cross.
The sound of sorrow laid coverage to the earth
as we watched Him die a death undeserved.
He never made a single sound
as His blood fell violently to the ground.
Then I saw his lips begin to move.
"Forgive them Father, they know not what they do."
He was praying to God, He was praying for us.
He was asking forgiveness for all that He loved.
The pain must have been incredible, but He showed not a sign,
as He hung above our heads silently dying.
He never spoke bitter, never one ounce of hate.
He had accepted his given fate.
Beneath the sky of darkness I fell to my knees,
asking God to explain what I was seeing.
"Father, He has committed no crime, so why is He now sentenced to die?"
"Your sins, my child, are now nailed to his hand. He now carries all the burdens of man. He's chosen to answer for all that you've done wrong. And your suffering is now buried in His palm. Each drop of blood He sheds for you, for all you've done and all you'll do. He's making the ultimate sacrifice so that you may live a better life. As your eyes fall upon him you will see His rise into Calvary. The distance between heaven and man is now brought together through the nails in his hands. Remember this day, for it will be the last, for a new time of love shall now come to pass. The sins of mankind will pass away and hope will be resurrected in only three days. Now is the time to open your eyes, for the light of truth will once again rise. And the veil of darkness will be lifted to all that may come, and seek their salvation through My rising Son.
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