A Sacrifice
A preacher told me a story. His words disturbed and saddened me.....
They placed nails through His hands.
How could they do that to the Son of God? I don't understand.
They placed nails through His feet.
Mocked the Messiah as He carried the cross down the street.
They placed a crown of thorns on His head.
The Christ who cured the sick and raised the dead.
Unlike Pilate I'm not amused, actually confused.
How could my Saviour be so abused?
Why would those soldiers cause so much pain?
Towards such a loving, righteous man who did heal the lame.
I picture Him stumbling along the road with the cross on His back.
Vicious marks over His body, insulted by verbal and physical attacks.
I imagine the thoughts that ran through His mind.
As the mob threw stones and spit on him from behind.
The profound disrespect of those people had no idea nor a clue.
What Jesus' purpose was or what He came to do.
On the hill He hung from a tree; Because of faith He "remembered" one of the two thieves.
As time passed I gaurantee Jesus thought of the love He has for you and me.
His mouth dry, He thirst.
Moments later my Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ, gave up the ghost.
Sadly thinking how His body died in such pain and misery,
Happily, I know He lives eternally! All this for you and me!!!
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