A ROAR FROM THE CROSS

“Lion of the tribe of who else?”

But Jesus!  The Christ crucified!

Prince of Peace!  The Lamb of God!

Who gave His life for all, died!

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Now, hear His roar!  “It is finished!”

As submitting to cruel death,

Death on a cross.  Slow.  Torturous!

But triumphant the cry, with last breath!

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“Man of Sorrows.”  Can you imagine?

Acquainted with grief all His life?

Resting in deserts, pillow a stone.

Suffering through stoning and strife!

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His cry through such torture, challenging,

On a cross dying in shame.

So torturous, designed for worst criminals!

Very worst!  Not just in name…

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Like, rapists, killers, the very worst,

Like, Barabbas, the one released.

“Free this one,” religious crooks yelled,

“Crucify!”  Barabbas freed!

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Tragic death this man of sorrows!

Yet the Barabbas in me and,

You, for us, this Christ-man  d i e d!

Cannot think to any degree–

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 Of hypocrisy of any kind,

Consummating mad!

Insanity.  Most terrible joke!

World has ever had!

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Than God the Son as worst criminal

Man can ever imagine,

Dangling by nails!  For all of us!

Even that religious one.

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Caiaphas, of the high priestly order,

They, all of them, leering there.

“He saved others, let Him save himself!”

John, Mary, so sad.  Fair.

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Worshiping, full knowing why He died!

Sinners freed from death and hell

Receive not rejecting Christ of God!

Full knowing that all is well!

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the Sam  10.25.12

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