On this Good Friday 2020, The Current publishes this poem by a reader.
My Crucified Saviour
I placed my hand on His cheek
To wipe away the tears
Then pulled back rather quickly
When I heard the people jeer
I saw Him as He carried a cross
That seemed so hard to bear
I wanted so much to help Him
Yet I was stopped by fear
I saw Him as He stumbled and fell
In pain upon the ground
I really tried to give Him my hand
But the crowds had gathered round
Then I heard loud shouts and cries
We want Him crucified
From the many people
Who would not be denied
They didn’t stop with word
Until the deed was done
And much too late they realized
This was God’s only Son
Sorrow came and filled their hearts
Which made them hide in shame
For then they knew for certain
Their sins were all to blame
Now tears ran down my face
My heart wrenched with pain
As I realized His sacrifice
Had not been done in vain
Cause it was done for the love of me
And all of mankind
He took the suffering on Himself
So as not to make it mine
I am so grateful
That now my eyes do see
He gave all He had
To save you and me.
Donna Melanson 2020
photo pixabay
Really enjoyed the poem, it has so much feeling, and emotion..
Excellent poem, wish I had written it my self, certainly applicable to the time we presently live in today.
Very well said, and so so true. Good penmanship in putting your thoughts on paper. Thank you for the reminder.
So very true