How can tongue or pen express

The torture, the pain,

Full knowledge, dying everyday

Before ever slain!



Of course, He grew, a carpenter,

Nails that were driven

Painfully through hands and feet,

Flesh, tortured, driven!



Every nail he drove through wood

Could He help but think,

Of His own flesh, shuddering

His sanity to the brink?



Try not to think, consider

Joyous Home above!

Father, son relationship

Bathed in wondrous love!



Then the many times we have suffered

Our own pain comes to mind!

The moments born comparative,

But just a short time!



Some pains that we have suffered,

In training the jumps!

All seven parachuting!

The landings, the bumps!



Then consider combat, hideous

Memories of war!

Of course, we shudder thinking of

No joy in lead that tore!



Did Jesus then sense freedom

After it was done?

Eternity, considering

Final victory won!



Torture, all pain ended!

Now, cannot you see

From His death, tomb, risen!

Final victory!



Provision made!  Price is paid!

Cannot we accept?

His gracious invitation?

To heaven?  Do not reject!



Eternal suffering is over

From life’s very dawn!

Lord Jesus, you can breathe now!

My future rests upon!



Sam Cox 04.09

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