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There he stood, the Son of God and man
His looks was average; like ordinary men
Messiah in our presence! Yet, so few believed
In spite of amazing miracles none of which had been seen before

I tried to move a bit closer; away from the throng
Was allowed no entry within the Governor’s gates
Yet, I could see through the tall, marble columns
He stood still; silent and regal just as a king

The enemy smirked as he hung amongst the crowd; and thought he had won
Predictably, pride once more would preempt his game
My Lord in humility remained, though sadness and pain reflected in his eyes
All alone, he faced accusing tongues and yet, he gave no response

Dead silence hovered within the Prefect’s tall gates as he queried
‘Are you King of the Jews?’ My Lord replied, ‘It is as you say.’
Caiaphas and others, ruled by ego, it seemed, became bitterly enraged!
Deadly pride indwelled; self assured, none thought to pray for discernment

He was beaten and mocked; he was boldly spat upon 
The one who cleanse the lepers, and revived some long dead
Not in secret were these miracles performed; but in the presence of multitudes
Some with eyes could not see, and the darkness cast shadows of deeper doubt

He was crowned with thorns; a mockery; made to bear the massive cross
And as he passed before me, silent tears flooded my eyes
What am I that he should suffer bitter humiliation and death on my account?
I was on the road to Hell and Eternal Love has come to rescue me!

As he hung upon that wooden cross, captivated by numbness, was I
He cried, ‘It is finished!’  Then death lost its hold- the veil, forever torn!
In the deepest level of Hades, the enemy cowered as he hides
For again he has failed.. Purest Love has overcome ultimate hate

~*~

For Gwendolyn's "What Easter Means to Me" Contest
3/26/11
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