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Jasmine Patrick Poem
The day spawned a crowd of thousands as they gathered around to watch this criminal be tried.
The group stood around him and mocked him, spat on him, slapped his beautiful face, cried
out for his life to be taken.
The men pressed forward toward him and screamed in his face that he'd be tried for his
crimes and brought to justice.
But the beautiful man stood silent, never once defending his innocence, never once spoke
of the charges against him, never once made any sound.
He stood silent with sweat on his brow and blood on his face, the bruises throbbing
underneath his broken skin.
He'd been mangled and tormented all night long, abused by his captors, drug around like
cattle.
Through everything, he never defied his accusers or retaliated or spoke ill of his
horrible treatment, no, he bore it all alone.
With no one by his side, he was tried and convicted of crimes he'd never committed and
sentenced to death as the crowd cheered.
All the sins he was convicted of became his own and the sickness that accompanied such sin
as well.
As his sentence was carried out, he cried out and writhed in pain, his skin torn and
ripped by the men who now killed him.
His blood flowed from his body as his last breath came and went in front of silent and
hurting men.
The sky turned dark and the earth shook as his spirit was ripped from his body and sent
away to damnation and those who'd accused him cried out in shame of what they'd done.
This man was innocent and had served the sentence for the crimes of the very men who'd
cried for his blood.
They wept for what was and what could have been in the days that followed, wondering what
he'd done to deserve the fate he went into knowingly.
But then he appeared to them, comforting and very much alive.
Every man rejoiced for their master had returned to them as was foretold by the ancient
scrolls.
They touched his wounds and were astonished- he'd been dead, he had!
But it was true- Jesus of Nazareth, the Anointed One, Holy Son of God the Father, had been
raised from the dead and atoned for the sins of man
That no longer should he be separate from God, but together in eternal life.
Copyright © Jasmine Patrick | Year Posted 2005
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Jasmine Patrick Poem
You gave me new life when I was broken
You breathed Your life into my fragile soul
You are more than I have ever realized that I ever wanted
You have made me complete in a world of half life
You have made me dream and helped me to understand them
You brushed Your tender fingers against my skin to let me know I am loved
You hear my tears fall in the night when the world is at rest
You bring me peace when the chaos is swirling inside me
You speak my name to say that I am heard
You make me see beauty in nature out of the ugliness of life
You let me know that you are with me when I am lonely
You comfort my mind when I am beyond consolation
You reach for my heart and envelope me in gentle hands
You are my maker, my friend, my savior, my fire
Copyright © Jasmine Patrick | Year Posted 2005
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