That Day - This Day (Poem)

The Creator of wood, became a carpenter of wood,

  Knowing, that day, He'd be crucified on a cross of wood.

He created ore from which nails would be fashioned,

  Knowing He'd nail into wood, and to wood be fastened. 

He'd joined each bone of man with flexible joints,

  Knowing, that day, all His bones would be out of joint.

He'd created blood, which in our veins would be stored,

  Knowing, that day, all His life's blood would be poured.

He found the strength to endure His cross,

  Praying that day in a garden where His will He lost.*

He made the brow, but that day, had His pierced with thorns,

  As His Mom and friends mourned, and angry crowds scorned. 

He, God's best sign to man...mis-read,

  Had man's sign, that day, nailed over His head.

Of His heavenly glory He had personally stripped,

  To come to us, and that day, have His clothes stripped! 

Arghhh, those pulsating pains and horrible spasms

  He felt that day, as He bridged that awesome chasm

That separated Father God from His beloved man.

  No price Father wouldn't pay or ransom withstand!

Thousands had come from places across His ministry circuit,

  People who had followed Him wherever He would visit.

As He carried, then hung that day, on the cross where He bled,

  I’m sure He had eye contact, with those He’d healed and fed.

I wonder what thoughts, that day, raced through each mind,

  Of those, still healed and delivered, yet who now were so blind.

As His blood-drenched eyes caught theirs, did they recall details

  Of their pleas for deliverance from demons and sickness jails?

The ground He made was forced to open wide

  To drink His blood that day, with tears His Mom cried.

That day, God and His angels turned their backs to Him,

  As the sight of all our sins on one Man was so grim. 

The sun, that day, bowed its head, hiding its face,

  Unable to even look upon its Makers disgrace!

I'd bet even the flies and gnats stayed home that day,

  To avoid buzzing their Creator's bloody body and face.

With Him on a cross that day, hell's forces retreated,

  Thinking the Genesis 3:15 promise they'd finally defeated.

But temple tables He had turned and traders He had whipped,

  Were only a mere warm up ...for hell's power to be stripped!!!

He paid the full price that day; suffered such agony,

  To give me life, and for eternity...enjoy my company!

What more can be done to prove to you His care?

  How His heart aches to have you join us there.

Hear His heart's pleadings and sighs of that day,

  Echoing to you, this day, "Please don't turn Me away!

“Though once I paid the price for all man's sin,

  “If it were necessary, for YOU, I'd do it …all over again.”

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* That "day" began at 6 p.m. the previous evening