The Five Senses
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Matthew 28:5 (KJV) “And the angel answered and said unto the women, Fear not ye: for I know that ye seek Jesus, which was crucified.”
Darkness fell like the heavy cloak of fear,
Bursting all around the cross,
So I could see the grief erasing His life,
His grace, though, still glistened – sweating
Breathless mercy, even in this state
When absolution meant giving up the moment
Breaking through the darkness, vanishing
From the earth, dying – in the ultimate sacrifice
Pouring from hearts, tears clung to lashes
Moaning, mourning, making haste
Through the torn words, “It is finished”
Comes the heart wrenching ending, the final
Expression from One who is more beautiful
Than the moon or stars, more inspiring
Than the stirring of daybreak, when the reflections
From the dew kiss away the night, the darkest dread
Fragrant spices emptied over His wounds, tenderly
Remembering His wisdom, His kindness, His gentleness
Tears fall onto the mangled body, the One who gave
Up every ounce of blood so that those who believe,
Those who follow His lead, could be rescued by the flow,
His gift of grace, flooding the souls who know Him
As light, as love, as the Son from above who brought to
This world, the greatest gift of hope, the gift of redemption
Grieving filled the land where this man had been crucified,
Hearts were breaking, agonizing, reminded of the One
Who had touched lives with His miracles, His promises, His
Forgiveness… His touch remains the greatest gift on earth,
The only gift worth living for and the only One worth dying for
Wonder so generous and compassionate, a touch so blessed
It feels like there is peace in the promise, breakthrough
In the consolation, liberation from darkness, freedom’s touch
Savoring the last moments of His tenderness, followers
Gathered in hopes of somehow saving Him – yet
It would become apparent, after three days in the tomb –
Those who knew Him would be favored by God
When they realized He had risen and His love still flowed,
Still blessed, still flavored hearts and souls with grace
That can’t be described – grace that is alive, like the heart
Who He inspires with this joy that comes from tasting of His wonderful!
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2023
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