Before He left this unholy ground,
The Lord came to Him with angels with little sound.
While many of them were scared to believe and scorned,
Many were still there to show much they believed and mourned.
As those whips hit and tore His flesh,
None of them knew that the Lord was there to protect him with His loving mesh.
Only if they knew that while Christ dragged the Cross he fell to the ground,
That with the Lord in His Loving Heart, that He could handle anything that comes around.
And as those thorns were stuck in his head,
Hopefully one day they will finally understand the Blood that He Shed.
As that sun light hit the cross,
Maybe their understanding finally did come and it is to the rightful gain not a loss.
Even though they had there could have tried while they were there to live.
Hopefully, we can see it as the only truth and see everything that He is here to give.
So please take their thoughts of what they saw of Christ,
With His Love, then we all can rise to the Eternal Life against anything that can be enticed.
By Frank Pulver April 11,2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem