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
