The Gift
The gasp from the crowd was audible
And a few smiles even vanished
As the mallet drove the first spike
Through the torn and bleeding hand.
With haste and little care the other montrous nails
Were blasted through His flesh
And He was lifted, silent, naked, blood covered and agonizing
Amid the jeers, the applause the lust of the ones He loved so dearly.
Dark clouds boiled, winds tore at the rocky summit
As people slaped and mocked and spitAnd taught their children---
Yet in silence He enured, weeping not in pain, for these
He loved had still so awfully far to go.
Eyes closed, He spoke often with His Father, who stood very near, of
Gethsemane and the torment which left His blood to stain the ground
Atoning for this so great a sin
And all others, past and yet to come.
Anguish-filled hours dragged slowly by
As he Hung trembling because of pain
And suffering both body and spirit
Till the Father in perfect love and understanding withdrew.
Now alone, and totally so
The Son cried out in agony of spirit
MY GOD MY GOD
Why hast thou forsaken me?
And then a time, only a moment perhaps
But longer than an eternity
When the Son, lonely still and in silence
Partook of the bitter cup, and finnished his sacrifice
For the children of man.
Father, the glory be Thine
I have given the gift Thou sent me forth to give---
My love for them is now perfect that theirs may one day be.
It is finished!
Into Thy hands, as always
I commend my spirit.
Thank you Jesus
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