The sun had lost its shine,
disappearing into
black folds of the sky.
The earth was a tent
of gloom the day He died.
God's only begotten son
was tortured,
unrecognizable,
suffocating to death
by barbarian crucifixion.
The mob watched
as if it were a sport.
"Save yourself ,
if you are
who you claim to be.
God's son?
Show us your power!"
I know what they said
because I was there.
I heard them.
I watched them.
I could barely look.
Such physical suffering
was too much to take in.
I looked, anyway.
How did you do it?
You didn't say a word
in your own defense.
It was then, I understood.
My sins...
had driven you
to this act.
My lostness...
caused you to reach
across the great divide
and take hold of me.
My desperation...
was your concern.
A love so unlike my own,
flooded my soul.
Standing at the cross,
I was changed.
Something pure and divine
happened that day.
The end of your life
was the beginning of mine.
My sins were forgiven,
and I left them
there... at your feet.
I had been reborn.
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