It Wasn't Clean
It wasn’t clean at Calvary,
no tidy hill-top site,
neat-kept and swept
where tourist cameras
crowd
wide-angled
in the holy sweat
of multi-pounded package tours.
It was a common place
of cruelty,
and blood,
a skull,
Golgotha death
and mocking hate
and sorrow deep-confused.
In retrospect,
a place of wonder
infinite,
for here
the eternal God,
forgiving,
gave his life
for me.
“The Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me.”
Galatians 2:20
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