Nails, Crown, And Heart

It’s odd that the 1st of 3 is 3,
But the amount of pain,
Of suffering and agony,
Cannot be explained.

Can’t you see and hear the first nail,
Go into your Saviors hand,
And you start to see the drops of blood,
And fall down to the ground.

Can’t you see the second come,
Tearing his flesh,
As it goes through His hand.

Can’t you hear the people taunt Him,
By name,
They mock and laugh,
And place bets on his clothes.

Can’t you hear the last nail,
As it goes into his feet.

Can’t you see Christ upon the tree,
Crying out to God in agony,
And in sorrow.
As he takes on all your sins.

You hear it still,
You can’t get the sound of the nails,
Out of your head,
As you hear the banging of the nails,
Into the Saviors hand.

You hear the cries of the Lamb,
As his body is broken so that,
We may have life.
And,
Now you see a despicable thing,
A man climbing up the ladder,
With a crown of thorns,
To put on the head of the King.

You can hear the man mock The Christ,
The King.
He then places the crown on Jesus’ head,
But it won’t stay,
So he pushes it into the head of the Lamb,
The thorns pierce His head.

Blood falls from His brow,
His hands,
And his feet,
To the ground,
Where Mary and the Disciples weep.

Then out of all of the cries of agony,
The man next to Jesus says,
“Jesus,
Remember me when You come,
Into Your kingdom.”
And
While bleeding,
And out of breath,
Jesus answers,
“I tell you the truth,
Today you will be with me,
In paradise.”

Jesus then,
With all his power He had left,
Lifted His head, to the heavens,
And with his last breath says,
“Father,
Into Your hands I commit,
My Spirit.”

A heart,
Of love that died,
For no fault,
But for our selfish ways!


-By: Daniel Brockhan