After the crown of thorns
And after they beat our Lord
And after He cried “I thirst”
And a bitter cup was offered
After the nails were driven
And the thief cried, “Remember me!”
At the foot of the cross they gambled
While He gave His life on the tree

Then soldiers were sent to see
If their deadly job was done well
They came and pierced His sweet side
Through that wound His blood was spilled
Then a thunder cloud roared overhead
While they stood looking up at the cross
And Jesus hung quietly still
While His friends thought all was lost
But He couldn’t stay on the cross after darkness
Was the rule they required that day
So Joseph of Arimathea
Came to take Him away
He couldn’t stay on the cross after nightfall
While he waited for Easter’s bright dawn
And the mighty breath of the Spirit
And the angel who rolled back the stone!
Dearest friends: In honor of our Lord I post this simple poem as a remembrance of all He has done for each of us. Have a blessed Easter and may you pause to reflect deeply on Jesus who has become our life through His astonishing choice to give us His on the cross!
but the Holy Spirit, no one to understand but His Father in heaven and no one to suffer with Him but two thieves crucified by His side. Yet in the garden He prayed for us, from the cross He forgave us, prayed for us and by His final breath, gave His life for our sins. In thankful astonishment let’s remember His long journey then fall in step behind our Lord to see what journey He has chosen for us this Christmas.
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