The sky turned black, the day my savior died
Mary's tears fell, as hell's gates opened wide
Though He asked that the cup be taken away
God's perfect plan was in motion that day
And the man who was blameless,
Who lived without sin,
was torn from His Father
as He obediently walked in
Pain in His body. Despair in His soul.
Such loneliness He bore, that I might be whole
He suffered the punishment, the guilt, the shame
For the sins I've committed - too many to name.
He went all alone on that desolate day
and faced pure evil - while the Holy One turned away
For God could not go where He sent His Son
it was the only way for the battle to be won
So my Savior, my Jesus, bore all my disgrace
that in my eternity
I might see God's face.
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'Mary's tears fell',mine too!
Beautful poem. Whenever I feel forsaken I think of how Jesus must have felt, from the garden to the Cross.
No Love could ever be Greater than that of our Saviour.
Linda, what a wonderful summary of Jesus' suffering. All turned away, as they couldn't look. I am always glad for the little bit about Jesus turning to John, instructing him to look after His mother. I picture at that point that John put his arm around Mary and led her away from the awful last scene of Jesus dying alone. It would be too much for a mother to bare. Jesus, I am sure knew that....Wonderful poem...God bless you...Helen