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Jesus Christ's Final Days on Earth

Jesus Christ’s Final Days on Earth

His ride to town began with human praise.
And palm fronds paved the road that Jesus chose.
The will of God the Father Christ assays.
Upon an ass with humble heart he goes.
The lessons that he spoke on Earth’s byways,
All words he taught amid the crowd echoes.
And men began to feel the higher law.
So, on that day they greeted him in awe.

Alone amid his friends he sought to pray.
No man could understand His strength and pain.
The drinking of death’s cup for sin would pay. 
The Son of God knew well he must be slain.
His fear of mortal death would come that day.
He bleeds from every pore as man’s sins reign.
Upon himself he took the flaws of all.
Submitting to God’s will that death befall.

Through trickery and lies his words were banned.
Some Sadducees distained lessons he taught.
The Pharisees paid Judas; and they planned.
Determined that Christ’s life would be for naught,
The soldiers knew the signal as preplanned.
The kiss of death sent Judas to his grave.
The news of his arrest filled all the land.
Lord, Jesus greeted wrath but he forgave.

Disciples ran away to save their lives.
The temple heard the angry shouts of hate. 
Imperfect men succeeded with sins’ strives,
The hatred of the mob did not abate.
With strength Christ sought to save their afterlives.
As for the crucifixion he did wait.
In silent love he bore that bitter cup.
Because he loved our souls are lifted up.

Despised, rejected, hated by his own,
Upon the cross that perfect man was hung.
Because he loved us so, he did atone.
And since his death, great praises have been sung.
For man no longer walks through life alone.
As to the gospel faithful saints have clung.
Arising from the grave he overcame.
By righteous faith, his saints can do the same.

Copyright March 23, 2015
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Resurrection of Christ


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