Today’s post is going to take a very different format. This Sunday in church, I was inspired to write a poem as I listened to the sermon that was preached from Mark 14:53-72. The story in this passage from the book of Mark recounts the trial of Jesus, the night before he was sentenced to death. I encourage you to read the passage for context as you reflect on this short poem. Here goes:
The Judge of all the earth was judged
DEl ESSien
by men formed from dust and clay.
They uprooted the King of Glory and sat on His throne;
they banged His gavel and said “condemned!”
Thrice denied, with two crows of a rooster,
they found Him guilty and sentenced Him.
“Crucify!”, “Crucify!” they cried out loud.
But little did they know I ordained it all;
that in judging me, I took their place.
What an interesting twist of fate:
my death brought life to my accusers;
my judgement meant their acquittal.
As my blood poured down on Calvary’s hill,
it washed away the guilt of their offence,
and made them rightful heirs to the throne they usurped.
Yours Truly.
Intentional Christian Living 