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Taking Up His Cross
My heart could hardly fathom
The ghastly scene before my eyes
Never had there been such horror
Spring from whitewashed lies.
The city, teeming with life
Preparing for Passover’s celebration
Myself, a reluctant observer
In this captive congregation.
Ascending Golgotha’s unmerciful hill
Cruelly beaten, shrouded features-
A Man sentenced to death
At the hands of Israel’s teachers.
It seemed that time stood still
As He fell, exhausted at my feet
“Carry His cross!” the soldier shouted-
It was then our eyes would meet.
Like facets of a perfect jewel
His eyes beamed a radiant white
His face, though disfigured, shone
Uncommon love, indescribable light.
In confusion, I took up His cross
His blood caressed my cheek
How strange to sense such power
Flowing from one who seemed so weak.
The nails, the cries, His anguished flesh
Crucified, “King of the Jews”
What was this Man’s offense,
A criminal’s death to choose?
He cried out, “It is finished!”
His breath stilled in His chest
The temple’s veil, rent in two-
The Son of God confessed.
Suddenly, the sky turned black
Lightning, peals and thunder
Amid insults, taunts, and hatred
The earth quaked with awe and wonder.
The Cross, the power of God
Considering everything but loss
For Christ became my Passover Lamb
When I took up His Cross.
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