Reclamation
Unto the mount of calvery where once the cross was raised
I bow my head in honor, servitude and praise
This mount where once the Savior took the cross for me
My sins far to many for me to count
Of each one he set me free.
His tears fell upon the stones beneath
I kneel down to touch
To find a last remaining trace
Of my Lord's precious fallen blood
As my own tears pour forth, onto my cheek they slip
I feel the unimaginable, the lashes of the whip
I see the stations of the cross
His face imprinted upon the shroud
The viscious blows of centurions
The cowardice of the crowds
His falls under the heavy cross
The way he still re-took his stand
The cuts and bruises on his face
The splinters in his hands
How did I forget all this?
Such pain and suffering
And without a word of mercy
He did all this for me
I reclaim my lost unpaid debt
The promise to remember
To celebrate the birth of Christ
To forget my Saviour never
I raise my eyes up to the sky
The place of his ascent
The Holy throne, the crown of thorns
Fulfilled
Thy Testament
Copyright © Julie Cottingham | Year Posted 2009
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