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!
Christ was crucified
on my rugged cross,
To pay for all my sins
He agonized my loss!
He cried out, “It is
finished!”
The victory was won!
The power of sin is
broken,
He paid for every one.
They laid him in a grave,
He was only thirty-three!
They thought he came to save,
They thought he was a King!
It was disappointing
They had been denied!
He was to live forever,
Now their King had died.
It had been three days,
Time to get on with their lives!
The disciples were dismayed
Some women said, “He’s alive”!
Two went to the grave
They were shocked to see,
The stone was rolled away,
The grave was empty!
Christ is risen from
the grave!
Death has been denied!
He conquered death,
hell and the grave!
Jesus is alive!
No more hopeless
sorrow here!
No more tears to shed!
He is risen he is
here!
He’s risen from the
dead!
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