Monday, March 29, 2004

when I was doing my devotions today, the book I was reading had this poem at the end of the section, and it made me teary to think that Jesus really endured vast amounts of pain that no man could've ever survived now, and he did it all for us. Needless to say, I ended up teary-eyed. See for yourself

The diadem of pain
which sliced your gentle face
three spikes piercing flesh and wood
to hold you in your place.

The need for blood I understand
Your sacrifice I embrace
But the bitter sponge, the cutting spear,
the spit upon your face?

Did it have to be a cross?
Did not a kinder death exist
than six hours hanging between life and death,
all spurred by a betrayer's kiss?

"Oh, Fahter," you pose,
heart-stilled at what could be,
"I'm sorry to ask, but I long to know,
did you do this for me?"
7:32 PM