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Thursday, June 23, 2022

THE SACRIFICE

 
            IT WAS A HOT AND SUNNY SPRING DAY
            AS I WALKED THRU THE MARKET PLACE
            THE DUST ROILED THICKLY IN THE AIR
            AS SWEAT STREAKED DOWN MY FACE

            THE SIGHTS AND SMELLS AROUND ME
            CAUSE ME TO STOP, EXAMINE THE GOODS
            BUT I AM URGENTLY NEEDED AT HOME
            I’D STAY MUCH LONGER IF ONLY I COULD

            PEOPLE ARE GOSSIPING IN SMALL GROUPS
            SOMETHING ABOUT A TRIAL TODAY
            I”D LIKE TO STOP AND FIND OUT MORE
            BUT I REALLY NEED TO BE ON MY WAY

            THE STREETS ARE FULL OF SOLDIERS
            HEAVILY ARMED, IN TWOS OR THREES
            THE AIR WAS FULL WITH SUCH TENSION
            AS IF WAITING FOR A ROMAN DECREE

            IN THE DISTANCE I HEAR AN UPROAR
            IN THE DIRECTION THAT I MUST GO
            A MULTITUDE IS QUICKLY GATHERING
            MAKING PROGRESS INCREDIBLY SLOW

            NOW THE CROWD IN FRONT IS PARTING
            I SEE SOLDIERS IN CLOAKS OF RED
            IN THE MIDST A SIGHT SO APPALLING
            THAT IT FILLS MY MIND WITH DREAD

            A MAN, PRACTICALLY BEATEN TO DEATH
            ON HIS SHOULDER BEARING A CROSS
            HIS VISAGE MARRED AND DISTORTED
            AND WITH WORDS I’M AT A TOTAL LOSS

            HE FALLS, IS REPEATEDLY BEATEN
            ACROSS HIS BACK, STRIPES, BLOODY, DEEP
            GIRD AROUND HIS LOINS WITH LINEN
            AND NO SANDALS UPON HIS FEET
            HIS PROGRESS IS BECOMING SLOWER
            AND FINALLY HE REACHES MY SIDE
            HE TURNS AND GENTLY LOOKS MY WAY
            FRIGHTENED, I TURN TO RUN AND HIDE

            A ROMAN SOLDIER BLOCKS MY PATH
            AS OTHERS RETURN ME TO THE SITE
            “YOU! CARRY HIS CROSS!” THEY SAID
            THEN I HOIST IT WITH ALL MY MIGHT

            WE PROCEED TO THE EDGE OF TOWN
            TO A HILL, GOLGOTHA BY NAME
            COMPREHENDING WHAT IS HAPPENING
            IT FILLED MY HEART WITH SHAME

            A CROWN OF THORNS UPON HIS BROW
            SIGNS PROCLAIMING “KING OF THE JEWS”
            THEY ROUGHLY LAID HIM ON THE CROSS
            AND PIERCED HIM THRU AND THRU

            I STOOD THERE AND WATCHED HIM DIE
            UNDERSTANDING WHAT I’D DONE
            THE SKY GREW DARK, THE VEIL WAS RENT
            AND I KNEW THIS WAS GOD’S SON

            I WILL NEVER, EVER FORGET THAT DAY
            WHEN I WATCHED AN EARTHLY SACRIFICE
            HOW A CARPENTER WILLINGLY DIED
            BORE MY SINS AND BECAME MY CHRIST

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