He
was despised by righteous pretenders
Abandoned
by His own followers
Betrayed
with a kiss so cruel
Bartered
for a guilty criminal
Rejected
in His home town
Thrust
with a thorny crown
Whipped
till He could stand no more
Derided
by scoffers and callous spectators
Nailed
upon an inglorious, wooden cross
It
was a moment in time, when all hope seemed lost
Yet
still love and grace flowed from His lips
A
dying thief would find forgiveness
In
the midst of thunder and an endless dark cloud,
a
shaking earth and a fearful crowd,
though
some would gamble His garments away,
one
Roman soldier in astonishment would proclaim
“Truly,
this man was the Son of God!”
Hope
began when He shed His blood
He
was the Spotless Lamb, the perfect sacrifice
Through
His death, He gave us eternal life
And
in rising again, ascending up to glory
He
gave us power, through the Spirit, to walk in victory!
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