Humiliated and Scorned
They crucified Him as His Mother cried
at his feet, helpless to prevent His death.
And yet, He called out to God as He died
to forgive their souls, with His final breath.
His body was cleansed and placed in a tomb,
inline with Jewish practice at the time.
Wrapped in linen-cloth, with oils and perfume,
His mutilated corpse was made sublime.
Soldiers sealed the tomb up with a large stone,
placing guards to ensure that it stayed closed.
But on the third day, it moved, as though thrown,
and Christ rose, His Divinity disclosed.
Jesus died humiliated and scorned,
but no other death; was ever more mourned.
(Sonnet)
04/12/2020
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