Grace from His Wounds
They throw a robe over His shoulders, these soldiers of a foreign creed. He does not defend Himself when they spit and swear. They crown Him with thorns of mockery and then lash His flesh open with their whips. He is humiliated and condemned, forced to carry the tools of His execution. He bleeds, He falls and new wounds are opened. The robe is wagered His hands and feet are bound. He is a criminal, born to die. And as He breathes His final breath all truth is laid out for the spectators. He loves them all. He forgives the soldier who swung the hammer. He forgives those who cast lots. He forgives those who forsake Him and He forgives those who condemn. Unwittingly, the hatred of the many has given love to more. And the grace that pours from His wounds will forever change the world. copyright 2016 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author