Saturday, April 07, 2007
On Good Friday
There was a man
Who walked through
The dusty roads of Jerusalem,
Knowing well
His pride will be trampled;
His face spat on;
His body torn.
There was a man
Human, yet God in essence
But yet, was stripped,
Shoved,
Whipped
And wore a crown of thorns,
Merely to reach the unwanted and the forlorn.
i wrote this piece during one of the prayer meetings about 2-3 months ago.
couldn't exactly complete it and it seems to be hanging there without an apt ending.
inspiration has yet to struck but i know when i wrote this, i could feel that Jesus Christ was very personal to me, wearing his dusty sandals, extending His hand with a warm smile as he walked through the streets of Jerusalem as a mere mortal.
i hope i managed to reveal a small part of Good Friday through this bit. This is the day to remember His road to the Cross.
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