The
Crucifixion
I found myself standing at the edge of a
crowd!
A crowd of angry people filled with violence
and hate;
While some were shouting, some were
taunting,
and all were calling out enraged and
irate.
At first I didn't understand what it was all
about
until I heard, "Crucify Him!" in loud angry
shouts!
Then I knew I'd been taken back in time to a
much
earlier age;
An onlooker, unseen, reliving the past as before
me
a scene, as from a large outdoor
stage.
As I watched, I saw Jesus who was tied to a
stake;
as they beat Him His blood flowing down
forming
a small blood red lake.
His face was so swollen it hardly looked
human,
with blood trickling down from this crown of thorns
on His head;
When the beating was ended and He fell to the
ground
and lay there hardly breathing, as though He
were dead.
But the guards picked Him up with no thought for
His
suffering and a huge wooden cross they slung on
His
torn and bloody back;
He could barely put one foot in front of the other
but
they struck Him and shoved Him and gave Him
no
slack.
His body finally gave out and He stumbled and fell to
the ground;
The cross fell heavily upon His back but He could
not move for He was both tied and
bound.
A guard grabbed someone from out of the crowd
and
slung the cross upon his
back;
He laid Jesus' arm across his shoulder and the two
of
them struggled falteringly up the rough rocky
track.
By now my tears were falling so fast,
blinding my eyes, as the large procession passed
me by;
I tried to call out, but no one seemed to hear me and
all I could do was bow my head and cry.
Then Jesus turned and with eyes filled with sorrow, was
looking straight at me;
I heard Him speak softly in a voice
that was pleading, "Please go and feed my
sheep."
I stood at the foot of Golgotha for I could not
watch
as they drove those nails through His hands and
feet!
But the thought came to mind as I stood there,
weeping, "Jesus is Lord, and He will never go down in
defeat!"
I watched as they raised the cross there on that
crowded hill;
He hung there for hours in pain and agony but
when
He gave up the ghost, suddenly the sky grew dark
and
all was so quiet and still!
Then there came a loud clap of thunder as
lightening
lit up the sky; and In my mind I could hear the temple
veil being ripped apart.......
as the blood and water flowed freely down from my
Savior's broken heart!
I turned and was walking slowly away with
trembling
heart, and with thoughts running through my
head.
Suddenly I found I was back at home, lying
there in
my tear soaked bed!
I looked up to heaven with arms held high as the
suns'
first rays filtered through my
room;
I was praising the name of my Lord and Savior for I
knew that in three days He arose from that tomb!!!
He had given His life because of His love and we
now
could claim His wonderful gift of
salvation!
He had taken our sins upon Himself and this gift was
given to all mankind of every race, color and
nation!
I lifted my hands to Him in wonder at the vision
I
had been privileged to
behold;
He had just given to me a gift far more precious
than
all this world's gold!
I gave Him my word right there and then that
my
promise to Him I would
keep;
I would spend the rest of the time He's
given to me, I would spend my life feeding His sheep!
Helen
Johnson