Sacrifice of Ages by Brian FrancisStep by step He walked the path. Step by step they followed. Burdened with His love for man, He fell upon His knees. Yet, He rose to walk again accepting condemnation. He stumbled through the holy streets upon His back a tree.
Pushed onward by the jeering crowds, who laughed and mocked His caring. They led Him to a lonely hill and pushed Him to the ground. The strain of His burden brought tears from His mother, as with the sound of clashing steel He screamed in agony.
Not knowing that it was foretold they put Him through His torture. The spikes soon turned scarlet red drenched in sacred blood. Then raising Him above the crowd they nailed His feet together, and taunting Him, they placed a sign above his head "the King."
Yet, as He died, He showed them love, and begged, for them, forgiveness. In offering this sacrifice He then became the seed. And with His death the sky grew dark and thunder rocked the heavens, The wind blew hard, the wrath of God Held back by His mercy.
His body in a sepulcher was laid The temple now in ruin, Shrouded in a winding sheet And guarded night and day. Alone it laid in darkness, The world then had no meaning; Until the time three days had passed And the tomb was found empty.
The promise of the ages past, Has finally found fruition. A savior from the chosen ones has died to set men free. The temple now restored and whole Rebuilt as it was promised, With room for every loving soul to find true harmony.
04/09/2004 Posted on 04/09/2004 Copyright © 2023 Brian Francis
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 04/09/04 at 03:41 PM I always love to read a poem that is truely of the Easter season...inspired! |
Posted by Ann Krischus on 04/09/04 at 05:01 PM very good easter poem. good work. |
Posted by Michelle Angelini on 01/12/06 at 10:01 PM Brian, not only is this an Easter poem, but a reminder for all time about Who loves and why. I have tears in my eyes because of the awesomeness your words reminded me of. Thank you.
~Chelle~ |
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