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In the garden, The Christ did pray
For strength ardent to bear pain's stay.
Gethsemane, the Master kneels
To ask to be with fond appeal.
His close aides lie in heavy sleep;
The Christ now cries in pain so deep.
The soldiers come to seize the king;
Judas now sums betrayal fling.
A kiss laid sound to tell on him;
Jesus is bound with scornful whim.
Then off they go to a mock trial;
Conspire to show with sure denial.
From high priest to Pontius Pilate;
An impromptu in vile charade.
Death sentence flawed in power play
As Roman law primes unjust stay.
Scourged to appease the crowd's frenzy;
The Christ was seized with mad cruelty.
Thirty lashes upon the flesh;
A mocking clash of bloodied mesh.
Crowned with thorns plucked from marine haunts;
Pierced mortal tucked with painful taunts.
Then the mocked king is forced to walk;
Heavy cross stings the burdened stalk.
The route is long with steps uphill;
The Christ bears strong with humble will.
Three times He falls, and feels the whip;
Cruel soldiers all who torments heap.
On and on He bears the wood cross
To death's alley, to sure recourse.
Along the way, The Christ meets those
Who did display the pains and ghost.
Golgotha's space, nails are driven,
The cross is raised in cruel action.
The Son of Man prays for mankind,
To save the damned that evil signs.
Two thousand years have come and gone;
The Christ did peer to times forgone.
Good Friday psalm to each and all,
We must not harm but heed love's call.
Love frames a law: "Who harms, must heal." --
Law without flaw, it's heaven's will.
The way ahead is beyond hate;
Let love break bread as grace now plates.
The Living Christ offers to each
Love's fine reprise: Love each to each.
The message comes to one and all;
Love is the sum of love that calls.
Go deeper still to know and see:
The Christ that wills love and beauty.
Grace sets you free to know your place,
To simply be love's happy face.
Heed this story just to be clear;
Join the lovely way to love's cheer.
Follow your heart and it will show
The steady art that true love knows!
Let love bring light to live and learn;
Let peace bring sight for grace soothes yearn.
Leon Enriquez
18 Apr 2014, (on Good Friday)
Singapore
Easter has a profound significance...
the resurrection of Christ from the dead,
and after Lent, there's no abstinence or penance;
sacrificed, as prophesied was the Pascal Lamb!
Lord, take all my sins away...
with true meekness I pray!
Easter begins at sunrise
and the faithful sing with triumphant voices,
to glorify the unblemished
Lamb of God so hallowed and reigning!
Lord, take all my sins away...
with true meekness I pray!
Christ, the worthy Lamb, was slain
and now He has risen from Hell,
paying with His shed blood our iniquities in full...
and whoever follows Him will be greatly rewarded!
Lord, take all my sins away...
with true meekness I pray!
There stands, on His Heavenly throne,
the Word revealed to us on the day of resurrection...
not scourged and crucified on the hill of Calvary,
but raised and glorified by the Father of eternity!
With true meekness I pray,...
Lord, take all my sins away!
He died for our sake, and love was His gift,
and as divine as He was, He even endured thirst;
let's dwell in His holy temple that man's malevolence
can't ever tear down or menace with vindictiveness!
Lord, take all my sins away...
with true meekness I pray!
Between soft brush of breeze and shower spray of sunshine
Between bubbly blooms of bulbs to nectarine nibbles blast
Between chanting chirps of birds to orchestrated strums and thumps
Between the struggle of knowing less and knowing more
Between tricky tempestuous trial train to bottle breaking battle birth
Between these to selfless sacrifice, He painted all free out of His love
King of all kings yet born humble lain in a manger
King of all kings yet dressed in the simplest clothe
King of all kings yet regardless of who, He walk through
King of all kings yet questioned, mocked and scourged
King of all kings yet excruciatingly trampled down
King of all kings, darling of Heavens,they slain as a ransom to mankind's sin
Holy made known by His conception from a Virgin
Holy made known through His baptism of blood and fire
Holy made known with His miracles: water into wine;healing paralytic; raising the dead
Holy made known by His Living Words written in truth and spirit
Holy made known through the works of His disciples
Holy, Your Amazing grace, a warm womb of bearing embrace
Today and always, a call to Your name a rainbow blessing shout
Today and always, You are our silent invisible brother and friend
Today and always, Your example our primal everlasting guide to life
Today and always, You are our way, the truth and our glowing light
Today and always, You are our most faithful and gentle rescuer
Today and always, where will I be without you in my life?
(c) Olive Eloisa
11:22pm
September 29. 2014
***Inspired by:
Revelation 17:14
"These will wage war against the Lamb, and the Lamb will overcome them, because He is Lord of lords and King of kings, and those who are with Him are the called and chosen and faithful."
Sponsor Verlena S. Walker
Contest Name HOLY IS THE LAMB...
first. to God is the highest glory and honor.
This was how it went down
Just before my countdown
I was sent in a lockdown
And was seen as a downtrodden
Caressed and scourged
How did i get down?
I wouldn't say
But i would if i could
I only slept for few seconds
Just to wake in a fine bondage
With someone feeding me with
Pottage
Of course the one i trusted
So i told you about me
And you hated me for being me
Whose fault is it that i grow?
While i called you "my person"
You pressed the button
And the dragon was unleashed
Well not this time
Because i woke while you slept
Took the fire extinguisher
And defended myself from the fire
Poured by your dragon
It had burned me enough
I wasn't shock when i knew
Its you
But i felt pity for your actions
Because i defeated the nightmare
Kindly read the letter i sent you
"Dear Ex- trusted one,
Do Wash My Trash"
Clothed with purple robe*, Saviour covered my damnation’s anguish
Bearing crown of thorns so in pride’s affliction I would not languish
Saluted “King of the Jews” only mockers could distinguish
Scourged to be crucified for my hell-fire verdict to extinguish.
Awarded with lovely sash of purple tints and hues
I’m grateful to God for blessings He does infuse
As He vanquishes my miseries blues---
Awed, I exalt His name, radiant with divine virtues!
*Mark 15:17 And they clothed him (Jesus Christ) with purple…
January 29, 2019
1st place, "CONTEST 560, any theme,any form..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/17/2019.
Once I was scourged by the task masters' horse whips;
consigning me for two centuries to servitude.
I had my roots forever erased by forced trips
to worlds unknown, where contemptuous attitude
to my skin colour sure relegated me
to the background of an odious racial caste
system in the occident governed by hate.
The cold snow covered climes of the west I see,
with cotton fields revived, whilst blacks tormented strive
for freedom from slavery's merciless back breaking yoke.
With red scars on weary backs, they fight to survive
the chains and fetters the abolitionists broke,
having their sweat and blood water the cotton fields
which bring bumper harvests to their task masters' guilds.
I have a few insights for every situation.
I walk alone on this Earth like a fugitive demon.
I draw nearer to the flames with every transgression.
I despise glory, yet that harlot will make my legacy immortal.
Wounds remain open in my tormented heart.
I chose solitude to preserve my surroundings.
Dark forces shine in my eyes ever since I discovered the pleasures of chaos.
My contempt for human beings makes me laugh when piles of dust try to undermine the rise of my celestial spark.
They will never betray me.
I have never granted my trust to those traitors.
I do good to my fellow man to erase a few sins in the grimoire of my karma.
I speak with eloquence,
I dress with elegance,
To conceal the fury blazing through my veins, widened by the darkness of the abyss.
My stay in this dimension is a nightmare filled with scenes of horror.
I watch men preach democracy while dropping tons of bombs on lands overflowing with wealth beneath their fertile soil.
I am not your brother, I will not lie to you,
We do not share the same indelible scars.
I will never be a hypocrite, unlike those parrots who repeat the fleeting vanities of liberty, equality, and fraternity.
Where I come from, a man is free only if he accepts to bear the weight of his chains with dignity.
The heirs of the slavers wish for me to remain property.
My family tree was ransomed by the predators of the Republic of Enlightened Slave Masters.
I have excelled in excess since the very first minutes of my life.
The only laws I respect are those that sanctify the blasphemies spoken by my insolent tongue.
When I was younger, consumerism scourged my convictions so that my ambitions would be merely financial.
You who read me, do not seek transcendence in the obscenity of my ramblings.
I wield a colonial language like a weapon of war against those who sanctify anti-Black hatred.
I await the reaper like a condemned man at peace in death row’s corridor.
I am not a poet, merely a prophet confined between filthy walls shaped by human madness.
No tears will honor my dusk.
In the furnaces, my throne is gilded like the entrails of the sun.
Who killed Christ the Lord?
It was not me said Herod, I did not spill his blood.
I tried to kill him once it’s true
but he was a baby then and was not slew
Who killed Christ the Lord?
Nay, not I said Caiaphas, it was not one of us.
Verily I say it was not by my hand
but by some higher greater command
Who killed Christ the Lord?
I did not do it said Judas, I did not kill the Lord Jesus.
Yes, I betrayed him with a kiss
and in shame condemned myself for this
Who killed Christ the Lord?
Not me said faithful Peter, I am my brother’s keeper.
Upon his head they put a price
and I, like a coward, denied him thrice
Who killed Christ the Lord?
Not us said the pharisees but ruled he be seized.
For his faith, his power and glory
alas they came for him at Gethsemane
Who killed Christ the Lord?
Not us said the baying mob, his life we did not rob.
‘Twas the Governor of Judea whose
decree was death to the King of the Jews
Who killed Christ the Lord?
Do not blame me said Pilate, the law he did defile it.
But it was I whose cold fateful breath
ordered he be scourged and put to death
Who killed Christ the Lord?
That great sacrifice of the Passion of the Christ!
Who for our sins in God’s holy plan
suffered the Son of God and Son of Man
Written: April 2025
His message to Mankind was divine love, much louder than
the desert wind hissing through the tall palm trees;
they heard Him, but sadly contempt built up when
they defiled the Temple by selling and trading instead of praying on their knees...
so Jesus got the whip and the lame and the blind cried out the word, " Hosanna! "
Hosanna! Hosanna!
Hosanna! Hosanna!
Christ was the faithful servant who was scourged, derided and crucified,
now, is the friend of all who believe in Him, not in a sinful world....
the Redeemer who carried the heavy cross to Calvary and died;
His resurrection was a victory over death making Him the eternal Lord!
Who besides Him is more worthy of God His Father, are we?
Anytime Jesus prayed, He finished that prayer with this holy word, " Hosanna! "
Hosanna! Hosanna!
Hosanna! Hosanna!
Nothing has changed...it was an unjust and mean world, and so it will be;
they lived for lust, power and money getting greedier than Judas who chose death;
find that good soul that resembles Jesus...is it that poor man who seeks mercy?
We can gather much gold, make him a crown and place it on his bruised head!
And while he sits there waiting for compassion, his feeble voice proclaims," Hosanna! "
Hosanna! Hosanna!
Hosanna! Hosanna!
All nations strive for supremacy, making useless and massive weapons so destructive,
they have no love for their neighbors...they hate peace and every beautiful place;
we have made it to this century...will others see a tomorrow not dark and delusive?
Pray like Jesus did and put your fate in the hands of the Almighty who's grace!
No joy or possession is greater than faith...get up, look up and shout, " Hosanna! "
Hosanna! Hosanna!
Hosanna! Hosanna!
Betrayed and arrested, the verdict is death.
Pilate tried to resist but gave in.
As surely as life ends without any breath,
So, we now see the wages of sin.
Beaten and scourged now, He stood before all
Pilate gave up the urge to set free
And convicted the King and the Savior of all
To a death of great agony.
Now we see the extent and the breadth of God’s plan.
So marred His appearance beyond that of man.
Behold now the Man, before Him now kneel,
By His wounds are we healed. By His wounds are we healed.
Pilate asked about truth though before him Truth stood.
And he turned away, washing his hands.
But the guilt is still there, cleansing did him no good,
And it’s sad that he can’t understand.
Appeasing the crowds and appeasing his fear
Was the only thing he thought to do.
A warning unheeded from one he held dear
Just because he could not see what’s true.
Now we see the extent and the breadth of God’s plan.
So marred His appearance beyond that of man.
Behold now the Man, before Him now kneel,
By His wounds are we healed. By His wounds are we healed.
Foretold by the prophet long ages ago
For our sins our God suffered and died.
From wounds we inflicted His holy Blood flows
And to our wounds that Blood is applied.
Like a lost little sheep we have all gone astray
But He freely took on all our guilt.
As He stands now before us do we look away?
Do we see now what our sin has built?
Now we see the extent and the breadth of God’s plan.
So marred His appearance beyond that of man.
Behold now the Man, before Him now kneel,
By His wounds are we healed. By His wounds are we healed.