The Man In the Middle
Three wooden crosses stood on the hill that day.
Two held thieves who deserved the price they'd pay.
The man in the middle was innocent of all,
It was for sinful man he was taking the fall.
The jeering of passersby rang through the air.
Women were weeping, overcome with despair.
The man in the middle cried out with last breath,
"It is finished", as he surrendered to death.
The ground started quaking violently then,
And darkness descended, not letting light in.
God's righteous anger over sin was unleashed,
On the man in the middle who was now deceased.
Three wooden crosses stood on Calvary's hill.
The man in the middle was silent and still.
BUT... Sunday was coming!
4/2/21
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