Best Calvary Poems
In the darkness of day,
we, the tear baptismal ones
were reborn
In the shadow of Calvary,
we, the gospel seed
was crucifixion conceived —
A bereaved delivery
On that Golgotha noon night,
the Day Star died
And our mourning cries
had three days
of cradle grave
Silent ultrasound whys
Adam and Eve paradise bliss
was umbilical ended by a tempting hiss
Astray questions asked amiss
Out of the dawn midnight despair,
we, the ewe confessional few
were born again
Out of the shadow of a rolled rock,
we, the gospel flock
was Resurrection led
from the womb of doubt tick-tock
On that Garden of Gethsemane rebirth day,
the Morning Star revived
And cast all our sins in a bottomless grave
And that ere dark shadow o’er Calvary
passed away
In the blessed hour of SonLight reverie
11-29-20
Man on a Hill
Man on a hill,
Bruised and broken,
Watches as the dice roll
For his seamless robe;
Stripped of his clothing;
No words are spoken
By the man on a hill.
Man on the hill,
Crushed by a crown of thorns,
Cries into the sky
Of the sunless day;
Forgiveness on his lips
Mercy adorns him -
The man on a hill.
Man on a hill,
All of Heaven bows before you –
Nature holds its breath;
Angels, silent,
Before the Word who gave them life;
Can you feel the wind shiver?
Can you feel the earth shudder?
Man on a hill.
Man on a hill,
Stands before us,
See His plan unfolding
Before our eyes;
Witness in his fading life
A testimony of undeniable love;
By the man on a hill.
He pardoned me…at Calvary.
He died in my place.
He took my sin and I entered in
to that Holy of Holies place.
Cross Of Calvary
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I stretch my arms and weep and feel the soldiers strip
and grief, the anguish you endured with grace so deep
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a promise you intended to keep
for our souls to keep with your voice so deep
6/30/2016
Power of Your Love
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N425kFh3xSI
Christ is my Savior,
In Him I take my stand.
Death shall not change my behavior,
For eternal life is pierced in His Hand.
Through the valley of deadly shadows,
I shall carry His Sword in my sheath
His compassion dwells inside my window,
His Word of Truth breathes deep beneath.
In his blood lives the Spirit of Salvation,
From His Heart streams the most divine love.
I rejoice in the covenant for forgiveness above damnation,
It is the only way I could reach Heaven above.
And even though my cross makes me weep and weary,
With lashes to my heart making life heavier.
I will hold fast, for in the Cross of Calvary,
Christ became my Savior.
Crucifixion
Agony
Lord
Victory
Assention
Risen
Yeshua
And when they were come to the place, which is called Calvary, there they crucified him, and the malefactors, one on the right hand, and the other on the left.
On Calvary
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Sans devoid and bare
Now and then I stare
Out there feeling bereft
My punctured lung bleeds
Feet wont dare to step
I am nailed so hard
The clouds go dapple drab
The sky emboss so somber
Robber and I either side
I came to fetch many faults..
Sans devoid I bare the load
Whom am I ?
Jesus from God
The saviour Messiah
Who grants salvation
Confined and tied up
The will is done now
My covenant fullfilled
My compromise given
The time has dawned
So you may live.
Sans devoid and bare
I have borne the cross alone
On Calvary
The loaded cross
Of forgiven sins
There will be images
Up a cross
In A world of great devide
No more snakes in wine
My hands and feet
No longer bereft
I thirst
I ascend
I remember you ..
On Calvary
You sin and weep no more.
When I'm faced with life's battle's and the outcome of defeat,
When I'm weary from the scars I bare, for the war has left me weak,
I just go to the cross of Jesus, where my pain can be set free.
And no longer will I be captive, all because of Calvary.
If he can move a mountain, he'll move one just for me,
If he can make a miracle, he'll make one just for me.
I won't give up just yet, I know, he'll win my victory,
With him I am the winner, all because of Calvary.
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When the man whose blood ran as fecund streams
Gave up His last breath, darkness fell like judgment
It would hang from midday, one Friday, for hours
At three that afternoon, at a nearby Temple
The thick curtains, at least a meter deep, ripped
From top to bottom, revealing the inner sanctum
Was it an invitation? Come to Me without an intermediary?
Someone served till He bled love, freedom, salvation -
That Friday of horror is called Good Friday
Because someone paid for me, I go before Abba-Father ... free
II
Today at church in South Africa, we did half the communion during our worship. We heard Isaiah (53:5) reveal His body given and broken for Me/world, by His stripes we are healed. But the CUP at the Table of the LORD, is the New Covenant "in my blood," said Jesus. That took effect two days after Good Friday. We shall drink the symbolic, ordinary, wine to commemorate His Death and abstaining from the fruit of the vine until all SAVED siblings do it together in the Father's House. With our LAMB and Lion of Judah, Jesus. I am called to serve like Jesus, but I fail so miserably and humiliatingly. Where's gratitude in my soul? Holy Spirit help me thank Jesus, I beseech Thee, & all of Creation (Groaning for renewal according to Romans, chapter 8). amen shalom
Calvary Hill.
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I curse the day I ever entered Jerusalem,
I curse even more ever meeting Gestas.
The night chills seem to burn in to my wounds
and I feel wretched and stretched upon this cross.
The blood around my mouth has congealed
since i stopped biting my lips in pain.
My whole body aches with stiffness
from cramps and the pressure in my chest
is becoming unbearable,
I try to press down with my feet
but exhaustion is taking its toll.
I drift in and out of conciseness
and dream of water and warmth.
The crowds have all gone,
except for one woman
who kneels at the foot of
the cross of this man Jesus.
This man, that fool.
I bemoan the fact this man
even knows his Father
and I curse mine whoever he may be.
I think Gestas is dead,
for he has not hurled abuse
at this Son of God
for a long time now.
I pray to this mans God
that the guards will finally
break my legs and end my torment.
I call to him for help
and I hear this Jesus say,
"today you shall be with me in paradise"
My salty tears run down
my battered cheeks
and fall into forever.
A sign of my human frailty,
a sign of mans inhumanity
high upon this hill.
A Testament indeed.
There were roses on Calvary that day, you know.
Bunches and bunches of roses adorning the skull.
Red roses! For crimson blood seeped profusely that day.
It had to be so for our own sake. Divine blood
that dripped from a thousand and one hematic wounds
as He hang on a brittle tree He Himself had created.
There were sharp, pointed thorns too on the roses.
They adorned His Divine head, piercing the smooth skin,
forcing majestic blood ooze down into His royal eyes,
stinging them abundantly, preventing proper sight.
No wonder the prophet Isaiah said of Him:
"his appearance was so disfigured beyond that of any man
and his form marred beyond human likeness....."
Such were the pointed thorns that crowned Him King of Kings.
Yet for those who know, there was perfume there too.
A fabulous fragrance that came down from Heaven
on the wings of the Holy Spirit, a balm of blissful grace,
that we may wash ourselves in it and be justified.
"He took up our infirmities and carried our sorrows,"
For He loved us much. And we? Do we return His Love?
I awoke in the morning to a different world
From the world I'd left, they'd find it absurd
To alls past acclaim, on Calvary Hill
It was not he who bled, but a woman's spill
She, the daughter, of a long loved king
To him now lost, what does his tomorrow bring
Naked to bare, cast amongst others
Was it so bad that she now smothers
Crowned of thorns, sorrow postured be
Never should ones icons, be as we see
In any world that this event was undertaken
No matter the cause, believed, now forsaken
Yet nothing was indifferent it was the same old nails
That held her to post, yet the same people wailed
Days turned to decades, centuries now having past
Then I awoke the next day, not even aghast
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Like travellers,
We cross this arid land
Aiming at the city of rest.
As we traverse the landscapes
We may, of a truth, sully our feet
With besetting dust of sin
But we must from time to time
Remember Calvary, the place of cleansing
Where mercy flows immeasurably
We go through marketplaces
Let’s be pleased with divine supplies
Lest we are tangled with vanities of life
We faint many a time
But we are resuscitated; we move on
We despair not.
We shall win!
We are soldiers in the warfare
Let’s fight, holding onto the cross
God waited for me, literary
Always ahead of me, itinerary
Always full of me, stationery
If work could change me, bribery
Then God summoned me, Calvary
And, God waited for me, literary
My itinerary
Quite literary
Got me stationery
That Calvary
Was the only bribery
And, God still literary
Waited,
Just for me.
Purer and whiter than snow, thicker than water
protecting His people from the plans of the doer
if not for the one thing I wonder
for the love of the working ways wonder
where will you and I be for the past years
from age to age, years to years?
performing great job for the righteous
unto those that know His ways
cleanse away all predicament
with a genuine heart of commitment
guiding for the future betterment
putting the antagonist into an open embarrassment
have you been to cleanse by it?
Cos it is great to experience such work of it
the one that freely flows from Calvary home
that can never dry till years to come