Savior, Messiah, King of the Jews
Mocked, beaten, bruised
all because of me and you
Born in a stable, He entered the ordinary
A babe rested quietly in the arms of Mary
How could she know the pain He would carry
He grew, He taught, He loved
God’s peace rested on him in the form of a dove
Perfect in the eyes of His father above
One by one, He called His disciples to Him
“Come, follow me, repent of your sin”
He taught with love on a mount
He healed too many to count
The wind and waves calmed on His account
He fed five thousand with a few fish and some bread
Did His disciples know what would lie ahead?
He cried, “Who do you say I am?”
Hosanna! They shouted as He rode in to town
In praise they bowed down
Unaware of the way in which He would be crowned
At last, they dined
His body the bread and His blood the wine
He cried “Abba!” through blood and tears
As He rose, He uttered “my betrayer is here”
“Crucify Him!” The shouts flooded His ears
His head crowned with thorns
His body torn
In mockery adorned
His sinless hands pierced with nails
King of the Jews, in scorn, they hailed
“My God, my God” He wailed
Hours of agony went past
A shadow of darkness was cast
Jesus breathed His last
The sins of world He bore
The veil was torn
Heaven mourned
His body placed in a tomb
The disciples faces bore gloom
Three days filled with doom
But this wasn’t the end of the story
The Son of Man would reveal His glory
Three times the rooster crowed
Three times the sun rose
The hour of hope was close
At dawn that third morn
The women came to see the body of the babe Mary had born
His body was missing
There, at His tomb, two angels sat glistening
“Do not fear,” they pleaded, as the women stood trembling
He is risen from the dead!
Just as He said
Oh, what joy, what hope, what life lay ahead
His task was completed
Death was defeated
Let’s shout with thanksgiving
Our Savior is living!
Hear this poem read in spoken word at Cornerstone Community Church
Great work Emma !
Truly a great piece of art! A blessing to read. Thank you