The Picture I See

I sit alone biggest part of my time, Writing poems, thinking up rhymes. I think about my Savior, and the way that He suffered and died, I picture His momma standing there, and that helpless feeling, and I can almost feel the tears you know she cried. Why are you doing this, that’s my child, please I can almost hear those pleading words that dear woman said. Why do you punish Him, why, oh why do you want my son dead? Then she hears the ringing of the hammer and the futile cries from her son’s swollen and bruised lips, And wearing that crown of thorns, the blood runs with a steady drip. They raise His cross to the air so all around can see, And from those torn and swollen lips He asks his Father for forgiveness for you and me. And I wonder if we were there and not knowing Him the way we do now, which side of the crowd would we have stood on, Not knowing Jesus was the Messiah, or knowing He would rise from the grave, or witnessing any of the miracles He had shown. His own people were the ones that were given the choice, Free Jesus or free Barabas, and Barabas was the name hollered loudest and was recorded as the peoples voice. So through the streets they mocked Him, carrying His cross they beat Him, until He made it to that hill, They cheered and they cheered till our Saviors words were broken then fell still. Probably His execution was one of the most barbaric that they could do, But He accepted His fate, crucifixion, to give salvation for sinners like me and you. The Sacrificial Lamb of God, the greatest gift we’ve ever known, We still crucify Him, day by day, by not accepting His Gift and the love He has shown. He will return but no one knows the hour or the day, But we need to be ready, and choose to follow in our dear Saviors ways. Till He returns or till the day we die, He gives us a chance for salvation, If you haven’t made your choice by then it will be too late, cause there will be no more chance for a personal selection. You can’t be ashamed or embarrassed to call out Jesus name, Cause if you are then Jesus will treat you the same.