Victory Through Suffering

Precious blood, so innocent, shed,
Crown of thorns forced upon His head,
Nails piercing, hands full of love,
His Father watching in pain from above.

Though love cannot stand,
The heinous scene,
By divine restraint,
He does not intervene.

Holy eyes behold,
More than heart can bear,
Holy ears hear,
The son’s cry of despair.

Such a cruel ordeal,
Does the old dragon dare
To flaunt his work,
And appear from his lair?
Yes in pride he appears,
And mocks through the crowd,
His spirit haughty,
Malicious and loud.

Sinless Man of Sorrows,
Well acquainted with grief,
Taunted by rulers,
And mocked by a thief.

His words are few,
His sacrifice great,
Seeking the lost,
In a world full of hate.

Victory cry, loud and clear,
The end has come, death is near,
Triumphant and confident, silence is broken,
Words of power, “It is finished!” are spoken.

His mission completed,
The journey is through,
But the story lives on,
It is faithful and true.

Advertisements

Posted by

A God- fearing phlegmatic, who is saved by Grace to also share and help those who are seeking motivation and inspiration in the activities of life and purpose.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s