Blood Stained

With Easter here I was thinking that I need to remember what Easter is really all about. It is so easy to get caught up in the chocolate mini eggs, fuzzy bunnies, and commercialism. This is a poem that I wrote in high school and that I want to share with you. When you are finished reading this, maybe sit back and take a minute to reflect on what Jesus has done for you.

Blood Stained

Trampled, he rose
Spat upon, he did not speak
Whipped, he did not cry
The jeering crowd pushed him on
The minutes turning into millenniums
He, an innocent man, was sent to die for doing miracles on the Sabbath
For healing people, for giving hope to the hopeless
He carried the cross, the shame, the humiliation upon his back
Sharp splinters tore through his skin like a knife
A crown of thorns caused blood
To trickle down his pain stricken face
Guards cast lots for his blood stained clothing-rags
A double-edged sword, shoved through his side
Blood and water freely flowed
Nails driven through his hands and feet
His cries of anguish made the strongest man shudder
Put up on a cross for all to see and mock
The power to cease the terror, the pain, only a faint whisper away
"It is finished"
The terror ended
The pain gone
He had fulfilled his purpose here on earth
The only sound left to be heard was the weeping of his mother