Authors Note: Before you dive in and read this poem, I want to assure you I wasn't there when Jesus took the beatings. The bible doesn't go into Jesus' emotional status or thoughts or any of that kind of stuff. I've written this for the reasons Jesus died for us. Aside from getting into Heaven.

Beautiful Jesus
Written by Desiree Emme

The whip cracked
as it hit against his back.
Blood ran down
Making the first mark.

He stood there,
Ready for the second blow-
Knowing this was his destiny.
They laughed mockingly at him

And the whip cracked again.
A tear trickled down Jesus' face.
He saw a small boy being smothered to death.
The tear fell off his face and he said
"I feel what you're going through,
it will be okay. I'm here."

The boy struggled against his father,
but he was just too strong for the little guy.
He gave in and took his last breath.
The father smiled in satisfaction.
As his crippled thoughts had put his own son to death.
Jesus spoke softly, "I'm dying for you as well,
that you may see your sins and turn from evil.
That you may find that peace in your broken heart."

The men laughed once more.
"How does it feel to be a King?"
Jesus replied, "You will never know what it'll be like."
One of the men stood eye to eye with Jesus.
"What makes you think that?"
He signaled for another beating.

The whip came down on his back harder than before.
He cringed with pain, but stood his ground.
A mother, with three daughters and no husband,
was sitting in her chair with a bottle of beer.
"Please, think about your daughters." Jesus whispered.
But by morning it would be too late.
The girls would be without a mother.

Jesus' heart broke for the three girls.
They would wake up to find their mother dead.
The man standing in front of Jesus saw a tear fall down his face.
He grinned and said, "The King cries?"

Jesus felt the leather gash open his skin.
The three-year-old was running from her daddy,
as he came at her with a belt.
She had colored on the wall and was in need of a spanking.
Tears poured down Jesus' face.
"What happened to talking? Or the time out chair?"

The father took the belt to the little girl,
and Jesus felt like each hit was a scar embedded in his heart.
The child scrambled under the bed, crying hysterically.
Her father grabbed her arm and yanked her out.
Jesus watched as neighbors turned out their lights-
Ignoring the little girls cries.
"One day, you will feel whole again.
As I will fill the hole in your heart."

The whip came down again,
Jesus felt his knees tremble.
She was happy when she left the house,
finally able to drive her own car.
Do her own things.
It was her freedom she had been longing for.

She went out to eat with a couple friends.
They laughed and had a good time,
but things turned dark.
She went out to her car to find a few 'gentlemen' waiting.
She smiled uneasily and tried to ignore them as she unlocked her door.

They took her freedom away,
locked her inside her own prison and took away her gift.
Jesus' hands began to shake as he watched his people fall.
"This isn't your fault my beloved one. I am here.
I will help you get through these dark times."

The whip continued to come down on Jesus' tender back.
And with each scar he saw his precious people cry out.
He watched as an eighteen-year-old took his own life,
because he couldn't deal with life's pains anymore.
Jesus cried out, "Where were his friends when he needed them?
Why did they keep me a secret? I knew his heart more than they."

Jesus' knees gave in,
but he was kicked repetitively until he got back up.
Jesus was made to carry his own cross,
just as many others were made to carry their own burdens.
The tears continued to pour down Jesus' face
and his heart seared with pain as he saw the neglect and abuse.

Jesus watched a teenage girl, as she lied to her friends and family.
The hunger pains were severe, but she wouldn't give in.
Her self-worth was that of a grain of sand.
And starving was the one way she knew to punish herself-
to waste away to nothing.

Jesus collapsed under the weight of the cross,
"Oh child, please listen to me. I love you more than Heaven and Earth.
I know what it feels like to be unwanted. But I'm here for you.
Whenever you need someone to cry to. Drop to your knees and surrender.
I am here."

Jesus' heart ached.
High school students put too much thought into love relationships,
that they forgot what true love really was.
She broke his heart, He broke hers.
They argued, they fought, they both ended up hurt.

Jesus found himself being tied to the cross.
He understood how the children felt.
He knew the pain that they faced on a daily basis.

For each marking on his back,
wasn't as bad as the ones on his heart.
His heart gained a scar for each cry.
For each child that was forced into things they didn't want,
for each teenage broken heart.
For each young adult that found themselves with a child and no father.

The first nail was driven in.
Jesus cried out in pain as a fourteen-year-old took a knife to her wrist.
She made the first cut and tried to hold back the tears.
Jesus' heart tore in two.

The men that were driving the nails into his bare skin laughed.
"Why don't you call down your angels?"
Jesus looked at him and said, "If I call down my angels,
Then the children will go down in the pits of Hell. And there will be no Hope."
The men shook their heads and Jesus said,
"You will never know what its like-to be the King.
For you, yourself, would not be able to handle the pains of the world."
They ignored Jesus and finished driving the nails in.

Jesus listened to the cries of a fallen girl.
She said, "Jesus I've accepted you in my heart and meant it,
but I keep falling. I don't feel like I'm worthy enough for you."
And Jesus replied, "I love you no matter how many times you fall."

The Author is happy: I absublutely love that I can now edit my documents and post them over the story. I've already done it many times with this poem. Okay, it'd probably bore you with what I've changed, but mainly the one that I changed the most was:

The boy struggled against his father,
but he was just too strong for the little guy.
He gave in and took his last breath.
The father smiled in satisfaction.
As his crippled thoughts had put his own son to death.
Jesus spoke softly, "I'm dying for you as well,
that you may see your sins and turn from evil.
That you may find that peace in your broken heart."

It originaly said,
He let go. [meaning he let go of his life, but since it could be misinterputed I decided to explain it better. I hope this helps.

And then I fixed a few grammatical issues, but yes, I hope you enjoy this poem as much as I enjoyed writing it.