He stood there in the midst of them,
conscious still, somehow...
He opened not His mouth as they
did force it on His brow...
paraded by for all to see
with crown upon His head...
humiliated unto all
and yet no tear is shed.
So worn out from the night before
from beatings that He took,
and yet, in spite of all of it,
His power He forsook!
With just one word out of His mouth,
He could, all hosts, command;
and yet my Savior uttered not
as they did pierce His hand!
Erected there upon a hill
while people 'round Him scorned...
malefactors at His side
as Holy Scriptures warned...
the highest One this earth would hold
brought lower than the dust
so He could, unto such as we,
His perfect love, entrust!
Put through all of the above,
Scriptures to fulfill...
ever so obedient
unto the Father's will...
and the Father, well aware
of what the Scriptures said,
raised my Lord and Savior three days
later from the dead!!
A sequence of events that were
foretold so long ago;
kept alive for us so we,
His love, would truly know.
All of this endured He as
He stepped down from above--
I am amazed at what some do
to simply show their love!
Jim Busby
 
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