The ‘yaga’ On The Mount Poem by Valsa George
The ‘yaga’ On The Mount
Nailed and screwed on hands and legs,
Maimed and marred far beyond repair,
Cut and bruised out of shape,
Stripped and peeled, so bare to shock,
Lo, there lies a man! The Son of God,
On a cross erected on the summit of the Mount,
Brutally suspended between Earth and Sky,
Stationed amid thieves on either side.
He slipped and slithered under the yoke of weight,
And tottered the rugged route to Calvary,
Scourged and flogged all along,
He bore the cross with none to help.
Never complained nor cursed but suffered the pangs,
Never whined nor moaned, but drained the cup,
Through His death, mankind was to be redeemed,
By His precious blood, their infirmities to be cleansed
It was for our sins that He lay down His life,
It was our misdeeds that made Him bleed,
It was for our lust that He was painfully stripped,
It was our arrogance that bent Him so low.
None could gauge the agony he endured,
No man, ever performed such a daring deed,
To liberate mankind, the Lamb was slain,
To lead his Flock, He walked in front.
‘Love your enemy’ was the mantra He recited,
What He preached, He relentlessly practised,
While writhing in pain, He prayed for His foes,
Pleaded with his Father, to spare the wrath.
When wrongly accused, never said He, a word,
Unruffled remained He, on painfully betrayed,
Too hard it was to be deserted by those He loved,
Too sore it was to be treated so very rude.
Born in a manger in an alien land,
Born so poor, to parents of humble means,
Deprived of even the lowliest of means,
His life, a bitter paradox – King of Kings!
The Son of Man came seeking the missing sheep,
He builds from where everything is wrecked,
Rejoice in Him, for He is our Lord!
Adore and worship, He deserves to be praised.
Peace was what He promised the world,
Grace was what He gifted to all,
Look up to the Cross, when trials confront,
And cast your burden at His feet!
Beautifully written explaining the price paid for sinners' salvation. The last verse: 'Look at the Cross and cast your burden at His feet' sum up the reason for His death.
The best poem I have ever read for the Holy Christ. I have seen the movie, Last Temptations of the Christ, the heart touching scenes were recollected. An impressive and heart touching poem.
Peace was what He promised the world, Grace was what He gifted to all, Look up to the Cross, when trials confront, And cast your burden at His feet! ....... impressive concluding which says much about Jesus Christ, the son of the God. It is a great tribute to him. Beautifully executed. five stars.
written on the holy deeds of Jesus Christ/// yeah every greatest human spent life for the redemption of the world dwellers ///
some favorite lines: Brutally suspended between Earth and Sky, Stationed amid thieves on either side and ======================== sorry; as a former-believer, let me say: it was His Father's will that He suffer and die. but, unlike me (supposedly) and billions of others who, according to the Christian churches, will not rise up to a glorious Heaven, but, INSTEAD, be sent to everlasting damnation in Hell, maybe with a stopover in Purgatory, Jesus supposedly now sits alongside God the Father, i imagine in comfort for the rest of Eternity. but, back to the poem, folks. ================================ stanza 8: Unruffled remained He, on painfully betrayed................on painfully? ? and Too hard and Too sore? i don't recall that from my church days. Deprived of even the lowliest of means, ..........though i don't remember the Bible story completely, i did get the feeling that Jesus had parents, the parents took care of Him, His dad had a job, He had a bed to lie in as a babe, He had clothing, and he must have had food and water. i'm not sure what means means. Peace was what He promised the world, .............i'm not wasting my time waiting for Peace to happen, despite the X-mas song about Peace On Earth, Good Will To Men. i wish people well, no matter what their religion is or isn't! being 'religious' can bring people benefits of course, but i just don't buy into it anymore. keep up the good writing (or painting) , Valsa. did not proofread; my mate is calling me to go for a drive. to MyPoemList. bri :)
nice poem....of redeeming faith in this almost atheist world...
A heart touching poem so nicely envisioned and beautifully depicted. Thanks for sharing....10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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