He spoke no words!
As they arrested him..
like a common thief,
He said nothing!
As they went back and forth
‘Deciding his fate’
Ignorant of their role in the Father’s great plan of redemption.
He held his peace.
Giving no reply to their false accusations.
The very ones He loved-he was willing to die to save.
He spoke no words!
In silence, he saw the devil
naively supporting via their lips
Perfection in destruction.
He watched!,
As they passed him on from one authority to the next
oblivious of His sovereignty.
He watched them weave webs of lies…
cleverly appeasing their conscience…
soothing their hypocritical selves..
maintaining their white smocks of religion.
He knew!
Knew that it was the will of His Father.
He knew the authorities would not succumb,
they needed to please their subjects..they thought.
Not going to trade position for a ‘prophet’.
He declared the truth!
He was and IS the Son of Man
Sent by the Father he declared the truth!
‘The Son of Man sitting on the right hand of power’.
He endured!..
The people he loved spitting on him..
The whips and scourging
scarring his flesh deeper with every blow.
Jesus whimpered, moaned, bled
first in drops- then in pints he bled.
He carried!..
The heavy cross
a representation of the burdens I’d bear
of disease, pain, failure and death.
He carried my sins..
yesterday’s today’s and the next
He heard!,
the mocking from the tongues of his previous hailers..
Peter denying him thrice
publicly renouncing his demise.
His words were true- He was fully God!
He heard..
As the same crowds which had shown eagerness, a hunger for righteousness become
aggressive- thirsty for his blood.
He saw!..
The High Priest,
supposedly the custodian of the oracles of God
yet ignorant of the mystery in His ways.
‘Ye do err, not knowing the Scriptures nor the power of God’
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He saw
the religious leaders
too hooked on to religion to see..
too desperate to parade the church as a museum for righteousness to comprehend..
the saving grace of a dying King
a broken servant!
He saw,
his faithfuls looking on in fear
the disciple he loved by his mother, face covered in tears.
If only they knew
That_ He_ Saw_ Me!
I’d be born into sin and groan for salvation.
With his blood dripping on that rugged cross
on the barren lands of Golgotha he saw!..
He saw my struggle today,
the never-ending battle within:
a willing spirit and a weaker flesh
He saw me- even me
stuck in a world
with systems resisting His very Presence
Bound, desperate – gasping for grace
Desirous of a saviour He saw me.
So He endured
The Great King stuck on a cross
pinned down by nails- ironic!
Rejecting sweet vinegar in the face of death,
Suffering the penalty in its full girth.
Death could not hold him back..
His love-too white, never black.
He spoke no words, He watched, He knew, He heard and saw..
and on the road to Golgotha
he thought..
He thought of me
~sheyla~.