Freedom of Sin
Pontius Pilate has washed his hands his mind and heart hoping to erase the true face of Christ
The mob screams louder "Crucify Him" with their fist raised high for they only see
blaspheme and sin
The angels in heaven singing a sad hymn and weeping while the son of God makes
his last stand
Before his people uttering no words of demand only speaking the truth
" I am the Messiah" the savor for all man
His body is weak the number unknown with each strike of the whip upon
his bare back
The sound of the hissing as it flies threw the air giving a thunderous crack
as men draw back
Guards in tow down the lonely road he must walk carrying the cross and dropping
to his knees from pain and exhaust
They show him no form of grace or dignity only rage and sneers of words
as they lift their swords
He reaches Calvary his journey to end here on earth but to witness the rebirth
he will give to all men
Upon the cross with a spike in hand they nail his feet and both hands to the Dogwood
tree who for evermore will show blood upon it's flower buds
Even though he has been mocked, scorned and tortured at the height of his suffering his love will always prevail
Asking his Father to forgive them his last words "It is done" as his head bows low
his sprit now gone to his Father up above
Always stand strong in your faith and carry your cross for by his grace in all he
has embraced a love to every human race!
3/22/2015 contest sponsored by: Isaiah Zerbst
T Reams 2nd Place
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