Post by CHRISSY SIGGEE on Jun 3, 2009 4:12:43 GMT -5
A Hill With A View
A blazing sun rises to its peak with the noon day heat.
Uproar from the crowd ascends the hill like a surging tide.
The sound of mournful weeping mingles with soldiers mocking.
Cheers and jeers rise and fall while casting lots for His clothes to divide.
Embedded thorns gripped his brow to expose the bleeding flesh.
Blood smeared stripes congealed in the contorted flesh upon His back.
With all the cruelty of the day, His pain-filled bones scream out for relief.
His wounded body echo memories that will not distract.
Darkness falls.
The crowd flees.
Fear strikes.
A voice cries out.
“Eloi, Eloi lama sabachthani?” (Matthew 27:46 NIV)
The earth quakes.
The tremor spreads.
Tombs split open.
Lives come forth.
“My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” (Matthew 27:46 NIV)
Head hangs low,
All strength is gone.
The weight of sin,
On this cross of shame.
There was no other good enough to go through this place of shame.
He went to the cross, our sins to forgive and evil to crush.
It was Christ’s blood alone that covered all my guilt and blame.
The scars I left will forever remain imprinted on His hands and feet.
No sight will you find as precious as my Saviour saw today,
For this hill with a view revealed more than a price one man paid.
But, the wonder of the sacrifice was made so lost souls could be saved.
Rejoice with me because this too, is the day the Lord has made.
“Father into your hands I commit my spirit” (Luke 23:46 NIV)
Guards terrified,
They flee the scene.
Surely He was
The Son of God.
© Chrissy Siggee
Based on the Gospel of Matthew Chapter 27 verses 32 to 54
A blazing sun rises to its peak with the noon day heat.
Uproar from the crowd ascends the hill like a surging tide.
The sound of mournful weeping mingles with soldiers mocking.
Cheers and jeers rise and fall while casting lots for His clothes to divide.
Embedded thorns gripped his brow to expose the bleeding flesh.
Blood smeared stripes congealed in the contorted flesh upon His back.
With all the cruelty of the day, His pain-filled bones scream out for relief.
His wounded body echo memories that will not distract.
Darkness falls.
The crowd flees.
Fear strikes.
A voice cries out.
“Eloi, Eloi lama sabachthani?” (Matthew 27:46 NIV)
The earth quakes.
The tremor spreads.
Tombs split open.
Lives come forth.
“My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” (Matthew 27:46 NIV)
Head hangs low,
All strength is gone.
The weight of sin,
On this cross of shame.
There was no other good enough to go through this place of shame.
He went to the cross, our sins to forgive and evil to crush.
It was Christ’s blood alone that covered all my guilt and blame.
The scars I left will forever remain imprinted on His hands and feet.
No sight will you find as precious as my Saviour saw today,
For this hill with a view revealed more than a price one man paid.
But, the wonder of the sacrifice was made so lost souls could be saved.
Rejoice with me because this too, is the day the Lord has made.
“Father into your hands I commit my spirit” (Luke 23:46 NIV)
Guards terrified,
They flee the scene.
Surely He was
The Son of God.
© Chrissy Siggee
Based on the Gospel of Matthew Chapter 27 verses 32 to 54