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