Golgotha
Golgotha
He looked upon the people beneath him
Some taunted while others wept
He looked up and in agony beseeched
"Forgive them, Father, for they know not what they do"
A crown of thorns adorned his brow
And tore his gentle flesh
Insults and ridicule rained up to him
While understanding and forgiveness were returned
He drug his cross from the town
And up this infamous hill
It bit into his shoulder and buckled his tired knees
But it could not touch his quiet magistracy
Iron spikes were hammered in
His flesh was injured anew
And down below, the believers saw
That a great miracle was coming true
The lifeless body was lowered down
And gently laid away
A huge boulder was set in place
To help keep His body safe
Easter mornings' sun found the boulder rolled away
His body, too, had been lifted up
And in their mind an echo shook
"Forgive them, Father, for they know not what they do"
© 1988 B. E. Parks senti poem
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Copyright © Barry Parks | Year Posted 2014
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