Thirty-Nine! A Poem about the Resurrection of Christ. The pavement was cold I knelt there and cried, Jesus stood alone betrayed and denied, The soldiers cursed and swore and struck him with a reed, They made a crown of thorns; his head began to bleed, His dislocated bones cracked as he was tied, His body heaved and groaned as the lashes were applied! I counted every lash til’ I got to thirty-nine, Every cruel gash that cut his back was mine! Every stripe was mine but, He took every one! All thirty-nine were laid upon God’s Son, All my disease and all my pain, Is healed in his name He paid for every one. I stood there feeling numb as they threw him down, They spiked him to the cross, His blood spilled on the ground, The cross was lifted up and jolted in a hole! He cried out in such pain! It sent shudders through my soul! My sin had nailed him there, The death was mine to die! Mine and mine alone, Yet he was crucified!