TITLE: The Third Fall Of Jesus
By Amanda D'costa
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“Lord teach me dear, to know Your Way,
The pain You suffered all Your days,
While this earth with love You save
On us who doth with anger rave.
Teach me O lord to understand
The last of all the falls You’ve had
Wile on Your way to Calvary
Absolute sacrifice – just for me”.
This prayed I, and went to sleep
The Lord indeed doth promise keep;
The following day revealed His pain
My prayer was never said in vain.
Next morning, I, the road did cross
Surprisingly I had a toss
A passing bike had brushed me past
Into confusion was I cast.
People gathered round to help
Especially one – indeed a friend;
They pulled me to my feet to see
If I was alright within me.
The name of Jesus cried my heart
The very moment I had a start
Then His peace just kept flowing on
All scare and fright seemed to be gone.
One person amongst the crowd
To call Him friend I am so proud
Gave me a drink I love so much
His help to me my heart did touch.
He took me to the hospital near,
To cast away remaining fear –
He thought I might be having still
For the benefit of his mind – to see me well.
“You’re alright”, explained the doctor
Who no doubt was quite amused.
“There’s not a scratch or wound to show me
An accident you have been through”.
My friend and I then went our ways
Slowly I got out of my daze
Of the event I had just been through
Could it indeed really be true?
I kept wondering what the plan
Of God was, through my accident.
Perhaps of goodness and of love
And of His mercy from above?
That night I thanked and praised His name
And wondered about this sort of game –
I had been through and didn’t know
About the meaning on the score.
Then the wisdom of the Spirit spoke
All chains and barriers He broke
His peace and love to me flowed on
All through the night until the morn.
The Holy Spirit spoke so well
The joy I felt – its hard to tell
The pain of His third fall I knew
I’d like to share it all with you.
Christ carried His cross on Good Friday
And had three falls along the way
Of shame and a Father’s abandonment
For us – all His energy He spent.
His whole body was bruised
Him the people around abused
“Crucify Him, Crucify Him”, they cried
In His love they did not abide.
Wine mixed with gall, He had to drink
Little did they realize the link
To the freedom they dreamt all through their lives
Thinking the Saviour’s still to arrive.
No one was willing to carry the weight;
Simon of Cyrene was forced to take
A share of the load our Lord bore on
For you and for me and our sinful life run.
Now my comparisons are here
Given by the Spirit dear
Of my accident and our Lord’s fall
This indeed makes me feel so small.
I fell down; our Lord did too
All seemed to know me – Him none knew
They pulled me up – He tried so hard
Juice was I given – Him gall by a guard.
Willingly someone helped me
But Simon of Cyrene was forced to see
The only way for him through the city
Was to carry the cross – by fear or by pity.
This makes me see His love for me
“Cause the people around were all happy
To see me on my feet again
Without a scratch or sign of pain.
But our Lord was far worse-off than me
The sort of treatment He had scares me
To see Him dead was their only plan
And of all who belong to His heavenly clan.
This proves to me no doubt, but that
When you pray with your heart and trust
The Lord will speak in different ways
Within a moment or in days.
Each event of your life will show
How your life for God can grow
If you will only ask Him to
Reach out and prove Himself to You.
Are you willing to undertake
The road to the heavenly inheritance?
Just tell Him, “O lead me on,
I am all Yours, please sign me on”.
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