The Passion Of The Messiah Poem by gina layog

I gathered dust in its clarity,
the ground meets me, crushing me brutally,
my legs gave way, crumbled to the ground,
shackled, bound, beaten, smacked around,
I've been scorned, spit at, trambled on,
Relentless crowd jeerily, mocked, taunted me,
'Where's your kingdom? Where's your crown?
Claiming yourself King of your own kind?
'Who gave you this authority? '
Under whose laws do you obey? Blasphemy! !
They fashioned a crown covered in briers,
stabbed to my forehead it wedge deeply,
blood bleed profusely mingle with this raw tears
the friends I trust, have their backs towards me
Not a word do I reply in my defense,
I have been tried, sentence to die,
Where do I begin.....
I seek not glory, nor riches, nor fame,
A humble carpenter's child, I became
THE SPIRIT stirred me to forgive those that sinned,
To testify to the truth, to seek the forgotten
To call out the wayward, the lost, the forsaken,
With the message, that GOD proclaims his LOVE
Calling out to Israel, I, your SHEPHERD arrives,
To redeemed you all, my blood paid for your ransom,
For my blood, you shall use, to cleanse
To be the sacrificial lamb, let your passover commence,
You asked for a sign, a prophecy realize, a promise truly fulfilled,
My soul overwhelmed with sorrow...I submit to your will,
It shall be done.....
The crowd hungry for blood, rabid in its thrist,
I looked into their eyes, their faces conspire, their hearts twisted,
borned into their minds, they see not, their hidden lies,
My heart ached to reached their souls, to embrace
'Father, forgive them for they do not know what they are doing'
I logged this heavy cross to the place of skull,
The women sobbed, my mother's heart excised, lacerates,
her son, sneered, his robes divided into lots,
They crucified me, nailed me to this cross, added insults
gave me vinegar for my thirst, jabbed my ribs, as darkness descend,
the final hour came, 'Father, into your hands I commit my spirit'
The night eases into the land, here rest a righteous man,
Yet, my story does not end, on the third day, I rise,
I stare death in the eye, and no longer feared its reprise,
For I came back ALIVE, feel the stigma of my hands,
I am the firstfruits, your heavenly priest in the line of MELCHIZEDEK,
'THIS IS MY BODY, WHICH IS FOR YOU, THIS CUP IS THE NEW
COVENANT IN MY BLOOD, DO THIS, WHENEVER YOU DRINK
IT, IN REMEMBRANCE OF ME'......
I sent my spirit to guide you,
till the next time we meet again.......