
I was in church one Sunday and a small line popped into my head which ultimately became the inspiration for this poem.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 284 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Published: 09-12-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3057673
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FROM DEATH TO A NEW COVENENT
During the twilight of night in a secret gathering,
You were shamefully betrayed by your brother and friend.
At some time after midnight you were apprehended
Just as you always foretold and predicted.
For blasphemy you were charged proclaiming yourself God
It was not long at all before a judgment was called.
You're then brought before Pilate as well as King Herod
False testimony already having been taken, your face even slapped
A crown of thorns on your head and a scarlet robe covered your back.
Despite no clear crime being committed
A ruling was made and a final verdict given.
Having been found guilty of all charges presented
The crowds shouted that you be crucified to all those in attendance.
In spite of all this you did not once object
Like a lamb to the slaughter this punishment you did freely accept.
The reason is simple and not hard to forget
For you already knew punishment for the world's sin had to be met.
Man's relationship with the Father was broken and damaged
Sin was too endless and yearly sacrifices unholy and blemished.
As kinsman redeemer your shed blood was required
In order for sin to be absolved and our souls be acquired.
After the punishment had ended and your body lay broken
It was then laid to rest in a tomb with a stone covered opening.
Three days later something marvelous occurred
The stone had been rolled over and an empty sepulcher was seen
From your grave you have risen a sign that must be believed.
You're presently seated at the right hand of the Father
Where you reign as King forever known as I AM.
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