Photo credit: gbh from morguefile.com
You were crowned in glory
Though we thought it less.
You were clothed in honor;
We mocked your nakedness.
Blood and tears ran together
Down your battered, gentle face.
We thought of it as defeat --
Your sacrifice and grace.
"Father, forgive them,"
Was your heartfelt plea.
Your love was greater
Than our enmity.
We told the truth
When we called you King,
Though we didn't know
What your death would bring.
We didn't know
When we nailed you up
That you were drinking
Our own death cup.
We didn't know
When we pierced your side
That for three days only
Would you abide
In the darkness of the tomb
To pay our fee.
Now cross, tomb and cup
Stand empty.
© 2009 by Janalyn Voigt
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