Best Golgotha Poems

I stood amidst the maddening crowds

 drowned in cries of disarray....

 Something about this gentle captive

 Encouraged me to stay.

 Through the crimson rivets flowing

 his eyes they pulsed with love.

 And through the swarming sea of fists

 His gaze was cast above.

 They kicked...

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*I normally don't like notes with poems but, a couple of things: I thought it would be interesting to capture the moment of Jesus' execution from the viewpoint of a non-believer. in addition, I wrote it to point out that it is Jesus' death as...

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I am a dog of Caanan. Protector of Israels settlements,
and scavenger of the deserts. Cowed in movement and
strangled with inhuman voice, I feed upon the waste
of the crowds that gather about your lingering soul

Traipsing around the anguish of the Golgotha crucified, I 
smell their departing...

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On The Road to Golgotha

I followed Jesus up toward Jerusalem that day,
He took the disciples aside, told them what was headed His way.
He said very soon I will be betrayed by one of you,
I heard Him predict exactly what the gentiles would do.

As I followed...

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Galilee to Golgotha

He came as a Babe in a lowly manger
In Bethlehem from Galilee
Annals of time had prophesied
Messiah would come to set man free

Not through the realms of royalty
But by meager and modest means
Free from pollution of humanity
Untainted by mankind's genes

As a youth, He marveled...

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Through the streets i followed
Not believing my eyes
Three carrying crosses
Only two of them cried

We reached a place 
Called the hill of the skull
Golgotha " Calvariae Locus "
Calvary hill

Three holes in the soil
Were awaiting their fate
One for above
And two for hells gate

Bloodied and nailed
Impaled on natures...

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Listen, I speak of the odyssey of Sinai,                                     ...

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Hideous hill, crested with crosses.
Skulls scattered among sandstone rock.
Ghastly gems, grim reminders them,
of hapless souls that hung on thee.

Haunted hill, hideout of demons.
Where wretched souls are lifted high,
on beams that mimic human frame,
to gasp for breath, and slowly die.

On thee, the Son of God was...

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Golgotha

He looked upon the people beneath him
Some taunted while others wept
He looked up and in agony beseeched
"Forgive them, Father, for they know not what they do"

A crown of thorns adorned his brow
And tore his gentle flesh
Insults and ridicule rained up to him
While understanding and forgiveness...

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#Golgotha
Is it true that all humans will die?
If yes, then why do we still cry?
I once saw a ghost fly
It flew far away into the sky

All I heard it say was good bye
Till when will our tears dry?
We sometimes wish we knew why
Why death feels...

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Our lord beaten and bloody
Must die like a criminal
To add insult upon injury
Atop his tousled curls
Was set a thorny crown
Pressed into his scalp
He carried his cross
Upon his bloodied back
Through narrow streets
To the baying of the crowds
Then onto the hill of Calvary
Where the prince of peace
Was...

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Ummm...
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Sometimes when I linger in between the absolutes,
I look toward Heaven for some kind of cue,
But it seems as if Heaven is reluctant to move.
I’m impatiently waiting not sure what to do.
Again it seems like I’m the only one in the room,
Who hears the hushed...

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Ummm...
.
Sometimes when I linger in between the absolutes,
I look toward Heaven for some kind of cue,
But it seems as if Heaven is reluctant to move.
I’m impatiently waiting not sure what to do.
Again it seems like I’m the only one in the room,
Who hears the hushed...

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I
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...

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I fear no more
For death gives forever life
In death, life is known
But without death I’m dead

Death is no death since it bears the life
But to live is death if I fear to die

Life, there is in a cross gently born
In painful patience and meekness
In rugged...

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