“It is finished!” The cry, like, a cannons roar,
The elasticity on the airwaves, drove straight to the core
Of every vile heart that conspired that day
To crucify Christ! Just put Him away!
Flat on their faces they fell, yes, from fear!
They wanted Him out! And not even near!
The Father from heaven answered the cry
With a blast of thunder that froze open their eyes.
Stark horror as they saw through each flash
The face of the Savior mid thunderous crash.
The blistering roar of the thunder consumes
Their remaining confidence until they resumed
Their screams of terror all running pell-mell.
Quaking ground opened into which many fell.
The three crosses rocked as hundreds were thrown
Into wide open fissure’s, not even a groan
Was heard as ground quickly closed on them.
And so many others perished, condemned.
Deserving everlastingly! No hope at all,
No one to help them, on no one to call!
A most frightening day! But they had their chance
They had heard His kind voice, then with furtive glance
They decided against the Savior of men
And choosing the worst, the satanic den!
(Depicting, perhaps graphically, the moments after Christ’s final cry!)
Sam Cox 7.25.05