by John Peters

Created on: August 17, 2011   Last Updated: May 16, 2012

The Crucifixion

Within the distance upon a hill
Seeing crowds almost standing still
While perched unto window sill
The skyline beheld three trees
The distance was so great
I got up, raised to my feet
Followed the crowd into the street
Drawing closer a man so beaten
He was beyond recognition
Soldiers drove spike nails unto his feet and hands

Crying  silently  within , I could  not watch ; turned my head.
The tree was raised , his body wrenched
Someone said  it was Jesus, the King of The Jews
With shame from all guilt, went home and wept
This man had done nothing wrong I said...
The earth had shook, the sky turned dark
Cries and moans were about; others were shouting about.

I believe Jesus died He paid my debt.
Three days later his body is missed
He was seen by many;  a new life instead.
Christ Jesus is resurrection of  life.

being The Cross upon the hill
Knowing one  great man whom paid the bill.
Yet He loved us still while upon a tree.
He forgave you and me.
So ashamed with head bowed,
On fallen knees and  prayer.
No longer living the past.
All is forgotten, clean at last!

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