April 17, 2022 Easter Sunday

Jesus

Written by: Susan Perry

The blood dripped from His forehead mixed with the tears of His sad eyes, all for me. The crown of thorns bore my evil thoughts.

I put it there, He felt the pain of every sin I had committed.

I wept,

He was mocked with my words, spit on by my arrogance. The beard ripped from his sweet face from my disobedience.

I wept,

Lash after lash with a whip made of my choices in the World, tearing into His precious body with my hand and hatred.

I wept,

They laid Him on a cross made from my hard heart. Over and over, they drove the nails created from my anger into His beautiful hands and feet.

I wept,

I watched Him hanging there endearing the pain of my sin, His blood spilling for me.

He looked at me with his warm eyes and through the pain, He smiled.

It is finished, He humbly whispered.

I wept,

My sin debt paid!

With His last breath, birthed a new Covenant.

It was not over, as many would think.

Oh, how I wept.