panzerjon © 2011
Looking down He saw
a mass on the hill of skulls.
the crowd whom He led to life
now goading Him to death.
the clacking dice of the soldiers
vultures squabbling for the prize.
the seeking sheep who were lost
spirits willing against weak flesh.
the keepers of the Law
hypocrisy embodied and laced with spite.
the man under authority
seeking to know what is Truth.
the women of Jerusalem
mourning afar for the Man of Sorrows.
the outlaws hung on trees
one saved and the other --
His mother's heart-pierced pain
ebbing on her dust-caked face.
the disciple who fled but stayed
once lost but now was found.
Then He saw across each of these
a little child (who is you and me)
cowering, imploring Him to look away
whimpering, "O unworthy! I sinned against Thee!"
And beneath a blood-washed crown He
bowed, smiled and said,
"It is finished."
Just something I thought about after a sermon last Sunday.
Oh, that stanza about the little child got me. This is powerful
Nice,If I have my own take on the poem,i'll put It's Done..Complete (Usin' the message) for the end part.Overall Nice poem.
Thanks for the insight! Glad you liked it, and God bless you!
This is beautiful. Simple yet very moving.