Monday, April 10, 2017

CRUCIFIED

by Marcie Bridges
@Marcie_Bridges


But He was wounded for our transgressions,
He was bruised for our iniquities;
The chastisement for our peace was upon Him,
And by His stripes we are healed.
All we like sheep have gone astray;
We have turned, every one, to his own way;
And the Lord has laid on Him the iniquity of us all.
Isaiah 53:5-6





CRUCIFIED

We walked with him
and talked with him
even dined at his right hand;
we stood in awe
at the miracles we saw
trying so hard to understand.
He spoke like a prophet
yet so humble and kind
he taught us the Scriptures
even seemed to read our minds.

But now here we stand
at the foot of a cross
our master, our teacher
feeling such grief and loss
as he hangs in the balance
between heaven and hell
is this what he kept trying to tell?

Crucified. Why? What did he do?
Days ago the crowds shouted,
“Hosanna to our king!”
Now they mock him
stripping off his dignity.

Here I stand weeping
over the death of my master
and the choices I made
that lead to this disaster.
If I hadn’t denied him
maybe then he’d be free
instead there he hangs
all because of me.
I wonder now what will happen
how can I live
knowing I nailed him
to that tree with my sins?

My knees they have buckled
I can stand no longer
but somehow kneeling in his shadow
my heart begins to feel stronger.
Daring to peek into his face
he looks down at me with the tenderest gaze

Then
in that moment of dark sadness
before his last breath
I knew deep inside of my breast
forgiveness I’ve never known could exist.

Just as they pull a spear from his side
tears gush forth washing me of my pride;
his blood pours forth onto the ground
trickles its way to where I kneel down.
Not sure I can explain it
Not sure I will ever understand how
but that blood beneath me
has brought peace to me now.

~Marcell Warner Bridges
©9 April 2017
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"For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whosoever believes in Him, will not perish but have everlasting life." John 3:16


From My Heart to Yours,
Marcie





 Days ago they shouted,"Hosanna to our King!" now He's crucified hung on a tree

 I knew deep inside of my breast forgiveness I've never known could exist



4 comments:

  1. Powerful and so moving, Marcie. May we all be in awe and humility of Christ's great sacrifice for us.
    Blessings!

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