January 12, 2008
It was a day unlike any other
For on that day God’s son would die.
He walked upon the road to death
Battered and scared he limped with every step
And struggled under the weight of the cross.
Then he fell and couldn’t get up
So they yelled and beat him with a whip.
I felt the tears well up in my eyes.
He didn’t deserve this.
He was no criminal; He was the Savior of the world.
I couldn’t stand it anymore.
Rushing to him quickly, I knelt beside him.
I looked into his eyes and he into mine,
And in those eyes I found his unconditional love.
“Don’t do this, please, don’t let them kill you.”
“It must be done,” he said.
His eyes held mine for what seemed like forever
Until the sound of a cracking whip
Shook me from his trance.
I helped him up and they began again,
Leaving me behind in their dust.
I never saw him again; I thought he was gone for forever.
Then I was told that he had risen from the dead
And a smile crossed my face for
His death was not in vain.
Christ came to save the world; he came to save me
And he accomplished it indeed.

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