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I wept and cried to see my Lord hang and died.
He died on the cross instead of me because of pride.
How cruel Satan's agent, Deceived, blinded with fears;
To let their pride controlling them, and went ahead and denied Him.
They have seen many evidence, He is blemished and innocent;
But still is not enough for them, they were still determined to hang Him.
They mocked Him and they beat Him, Shouting! “Crucified Him not our King!”
Many have thoughts of doubt, they joined the crowd and shout!
When Pontius Pilate presented Barabbas to them;
He said,” Whom shall you chose to be free, Jesus or him?
But what a sad moment! The crowd chose Barabbas over Him.
Barabbas freed at last and Jesus to be condemn.
What a terrible sight, for a heavenly King humiliated in the scene;
Carrying the heavy cross, followed by extreme beating!
What a great suffering just to show His love for all human beings.
He left the throne of glory to restore our identity as a child of a heavenly King.
How often I murmured, when discouragement occurred?
When I am feeling tired, frustrated and feeling pain inside;
I have no reasoned to complain, whined, and cried,
‘cause My misery , is not even greater than Jesus agony.
When Jesus arrived to Calvary's mountain, He was nailed on the brim;
With so much pain and sufferings, he asked for water and gave Him none to drink.
They mocked Him again, and demanded Him to save Himself from the cruel scene;
But instead he said;” Father forgive them for they do not know what they are doing.”
The soldiers strike their spare on His side, to see if he died,
They want to make sure He can't escape and is not half way alive.
Water and blood came out from the side to show that He really died,
It is finished! The plan of redemption has been accomplished!
Just the mercy of God appeared in the scene,
The sky filled with dark clouds, lightning and thundering.
Then, they realized, and said one another,
“The one that we crucified must be really the true King.”
Too late for reversing the cruel scene,
The plan of salvation is already proclaimed.
The chance of the rebellious bright angels to repent,
Ended in that horrific, and terrifying, cruel event.
Dedicated to My Lord and Saviour
A Reminder of His great sacrfice for you and me.
God bless you all in the reading of this poem.
Written on 2012 Easter time.
Submitted by ging_a on October 02, 2013
Modified on April 06, 2023
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|Closest metre||Iambic hexameter|
|Stanza Lengths||45, 4|
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