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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required 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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