The Son Also Rises
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What is "love"? Consider ...
Each biting lash of the ragged-toothed scourge,
Skin, muscle and sinews flayed and discarded to dirt,
Each hematoma raised and bone broken,
The shame of being stripped, spit upon, beaten, and cursed,
Every needled thorn that punctured skin and scalp ...
Each brutal cut and scrape and deep abrasion,
Nails driven through wrists and feet, securing bones to dogwood,
The bitter, poisonous gall forced down His throat ...
The weight of gravity that pulled down hard on every ounce of flesh,
Minutes like hours, hours like days and weeks,
And the rusted, angry spear that plunged His ribs ...
Every forsaken drip of blood spilled onto the slopes of Golgotha,
Carried the sins of the world, borne by an unblemished soul.
Consider the horrors and nightmares endured ...
The unimaginable torture and pain suffered,
The Son of God, given for three days to the will and fury of Satan,
While He, the only spotless human, languished in Hell.
Yet, for all of this, the TRUE wonderment and miracle that occurred -
The one amazingly extraordinary thing about this story,
This, the story of ALL stories ...
Is that it didn't END ... there ...
This man - this perfect, sinless, loving, brilliant, humble, wise, righteous man,
ROSE from the grave, to thus fulfill every divine prophecy ever foretold,
And present to the human race these priceless, precious gifts:
Salvation, hope, love ...
And life, everlasting.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Rising Of The Sun" Poetry Contest, Chantelle Anne Cooke, Judge & Sponsor.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2019
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