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I was there the day Jesus died

I was there the day Jesus was crucified upon the cross
I saw his blood fall covering the ground all around his feet
I heard him cry out in agony and pain
as nails were hammered through his hands and feet 
upon his head he wore a crown of thorns  
causing his blood to fall down upon his face

alongside of Jesus 
were two unlucky men who were chosen to die with him
that awful day

I saw his mother Mary standing there crying and wailing 
wondering why her beloved son had to die
I was there in the crowd the day Jesus passed by
carrying that heavy wooden cross barring him down 
as the Roman solders beat him with their leather whips

all the people turned against him
why I’ll never know
just a few days ago all the people seemed to love him so

I stood there in fear that I might be arrested
if I showed my love and support for him 
I saw him look upon the crowd gathered there that fateful day
his eyes were piercing through all of us as I heard him say
God forgive them for they no not what they do

when the moment Jesus died 
and a Roman solders spear pierced his side
the bright blue sky turned to gray and black
and day turned into night
 an ominous hurricane cold wind blew across the barren land
the earth opened up and shook beneath our feet 
we all fell down to the ground at this sight
as though the earth was angry on the day that Jesus died
I could see and feel the fear
in the Roman solders eyes that was a big surprise
and all the people standing there

I was there on the day that Jesus died so many years ago
and I cried out it wasn’t fair to crucify a man
who only wanted to teach
to being about peace and harmony 
so many more people he wanted to reach
to learn to love one another as we would our own brother

then it happened a few days past
the miracle of all miracles took place
and it forever shook the human race
the huge stone covering the entrance to his tomb 
was broken and thrown aside like a small stone
and two angelic angles were standing there
I saw all that with my own eyes
Jesus had risen from his tomb of death
his tomb was empty only a white burial cloth remained
he walked upon the earth again for 40 days
 until he ascended to heaven above

  Jesus died for all our sins to bare
Jesus changed the world forever and made it a better place

Jesus did not die for naught on that terrible day
he lives again in all of us
humanity believes that Jesus Christ is the chosen son of God

written by Dennis Davis five days before Easter in April 2017

Copyright © Dennis Davis | Year Posted 2017


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  1. Date: 4/18/2017 4:06:00 AM

    Nice dramatic poetry... would make a good spoken word