forgetting what my life has cost.

I spent some time in the story of Christ's crucifixion in John and Mark. And before you read the poem I wrote I just have a few thoughts first. First of all... the picture posted is from the movie Passion of Christ, which I have not seen, but I do plan on it one day. Anyways,I think often we think of the crucifixion story and we think of the redemption part, the part where the tomb is empty. Little of Easter, at least my Easters, have been spent in the death part. The part where Jesus died. Jesus who had never once known a moment without his Father's direction was forsaken. He died. He carried a cross, a heavy cross, there was literal nails nailed into his hands and his feet, his head had thorns, a crown of them on his head. His blood poured everywhere. I think I often overlook this aspect. I see Easer as this commercial time and when reading the story for devotions with the family or in church so much emphasis is put on when Jesus rose. And he did, I am not trying to downplay that at all. Without his rising the story would not be complete. What I'm saying is that I forget he died, I forget the torment, the pain that he went through TO save me. I see the outcome and forget the process. Reading the story with this in mind humbles me, and this picture humbles me. so this poem I wrote, it's not wordy or elaborate, it's the story of Christ's death. Comments of course, are welcome.


their spit hit his face
'the king of the Jews' put on display
mocked and tormented
the crimson saving blood running down his face
they shouted crucify him, crucify him.

eloi eloi lama sabactani
elio elio lama sabactani
my God, my God
why have you forsaken me?

a crown of thorns was given,
placed on his head.
his hands and feet, peirced with nails.
the crimson saving blood flowing from his limbs.
they shouted crucify him, crucify him.

eloi eloi lama sabactani
eloi eloi lama sabactani
my God, my God
why have you forsaken me?

he shouted one last time
breathed his final breath.
the curtains were torn, and the earth trembled.
the shouts rung in their ears... crucify him, crucify him.

the crimson saving blood for our hearts.