A Walk To Remember
It was you oh Lord
Who felt the pain
The likes of which
I could never endure,
For this vessel is weak
And I would certainly fail
Of this, I can be sure.
For you alone
Were meant to suffer
For a sinful world to see,
Oh what compassion
You must have felt
To give your life for me.
So as I close my tearful eyes
The Holy Spirit carries me away,
To that passionate moment
In our world’s history
To see what transpired that day.
I see throngs of people
All lined up
Along an ancient cobbled road,
And in the distance
There comes a beleaguered man
Carrying a heavy load.
He is hurried along by Roman soldiers
Who taunt him with their swords,
And it is obvious to see,
Who this tormented man is,
It is my beloved Lord.
For he is battered and bruised
Far beyond the capacity
That we humans were meant to endure,
And it was the pain in his eyes
That made me realize,
How strong his love was and how pure.
His muscles now burned with intense pain
As if pierced with a sharp hot dagger
Yet, he continued on with determination
But now, with a marked stagger.
That which was great beads of sweat
Was now blood that freely flowed
Down his face
As he came nearer to the place
Where he would pay the price
That we sinners owed.
He was nearing the point
Of total exhaustion
As blood streamed down his face,
The result of a painful crown of thorns
Placed there with intent to disgrace.
He no longer heard the jeering crowds
Or the foul insults they delivered,
And bravely continued his agonizing journey
On swollen bloodied legs that quivered.
He hung his head low
To avoid the rays
Of the intense afternoon sun,
And struggled on
As he heard his father’s voice,
“Your nearly there son, it’s almost done.”
As the procession reached the hill
Known then as Golgotha
And now known as Calvary,
I could hear her shrilled cry
It was our Lord’s mother, Mary
Calling out an impassioned mother’s plea.
Then for reasons unknown
This vision fast-forwarded
To the moment
When our lord gave up the ghost,
And perhaps the point was plain that,
“True sacrifice involves pain and,
It’s His death on the cross
That we should remember the most.”
Copyright © Michael Donnelly | Year Posted 2007
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