At The Cross

As a pastor, it’s always an amazing blessing to see the talents of the members of the church I’m serving. One of the members at my church wrote this poem for this current Easter season. On this night before Easter, I’d like to share this poem with you.

God’s blessings on your Easter celebration tomorrow!

At The Cross

Can you hear the cries of Jesus, as He hung upon the cross?

His painful, tortured suffering, so we would not be lost

Can you see the wounds inflicted, from the thorny crafted crown?

Forgotten is the triumph, when He first came into town

Can you hear Him ask the Father, to forgive our many sins?

From parched lips He uttered, so eternity we’d win

Can you watch the blood that’s flowing, from His holy pierced side?

While the haughty Roman soldiers, His kingship would deride

Can you witness the exhaustion, from His face furrowed with pain?

As the payment and the sacrifice, that this man’s death would gain

Can you feel the earth that’s quaking, as the temple curtain tears?

The darkened skies give warnings and still our Savior cares

Can you see the tears of Mary, as it rent her to the core?

As she watched this crucifixion, of the son that she once bore

But the tomb would not contain Him, He has promises to keep

Resurrected as He told them, t’was no need for them to weep

The final foe defeated and He proved that it was true

An eternity in Heaven, for believers just like you

Marlene M. Ziecker/2010