Wretched Death

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Clouds gather,
Shadows fall,
As Christ of the heavens
Dies once and for all:

Flagellum whipped,
Divinity denied,
Stripped and bloody,
Immortal God of Deicide.
Wrists nailed to patibulum,
Hoisted high on the stipes,
A crude seat, the sedulum,
Knees bent, feet nailed at the front.
Lifting up to breathe,
Slumping down in pain,
Suffocating slowly,
Torture preordained.

Weak from blood loss,
Held tight by strong nails,
Jesus suffered and died,
Sin weighed in his scales.
He did this for me,
How does it make me feel?
I can’t understand it,
Can’t absorb his ordeal.
Clouds gather,
Shadows fall,
As Christ of the heavens
Opens heaven for all.

Copyright wordz2Go Good Friday April 2017

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The sun shines beautifully,
On Good Friday morn’.
A carefree, work-free day.
Time to spend in pleasure
Where we measure what we do,
Unconstrained by normal routines
With no artificial means to spoil our joy.
A pleasant day that cannot compare
To a violent death on a cross;
I’m at a loss to describe such love
That’s way beyond normal routine.
A love that’s seen as irrelevant
In an arrogant modern world.
‘Greater love hath no man
Than to lay down his life for another’.
How easily we dismiss this love.

Copyright wordz2Go 19 April 2014