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Holy Week Poem: Calvary
“Who his own self bare our sins in his own body on the tree, that we, being dead to sins, should live unto righteousness: by whose stripes ye were healed.” ~ 1 Peter 2:24
The skies are gray,
The thunder roars,
From the crying heavens
The rain downpours,
For here on Calvary,
There on the tree,
You, O Lamb of God,
Bleed now for me.
My heart quavers
To behold this bitter sight,
On this Good Friday
Dark as the night.
A crown of thorns
Pierces Your head,
From every inch of flesh
Your blood is shed.
I shudder to realize
This is all for my sin;
In Your blood, my Savior,
New life does begin.
With eyes of compassion,
Shining through the pain,
You whisper, “Forgive them,”
Time and time again.
How can it be
That You pray for me too?
How can it be, my Jesus?
How can it be true?
Were I the only one
Upon this very earth,
You would die for me
That I would know rebirth.
So before Your Cross,
I kneel in adoration;
Tears I shed to witness
The cost of my salvation.
With eyes of shining love
You look down upon me;
“Do not fear, My child,
For I lead you to eternity.”
“Do not shed tears,
For You will see Me rise;
I will wipe away
Every tear from your eyes.”
“Into my Father’s hands
My Spirit I commit;
Through My Cross, child,
For Heaven you are fit.”
My own cross I will carry
Faithfully beside You;
To serve You, my Jesus,
I promise forever to do.
Though the skies are gray,
And I feel the thunder roar,
Though from my eyes
The teardrops now pour,
My heart is aflame
By love You have for me;
Sweeter love I know not
Than here on Calvary.
Yes, on this Good Friday,
On every day I shall live,
I give You all, my Jesus,
As all for me You give.
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© 2013 Caroline Gavin
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