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.
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.
the hatred of the many
has given love to more.
And the grace that pours from His wounds
change the world.
copyright 2016 - Donald P James Jr