There are some moments that you wish you could capture forever; emotions you could bottle inside, carefully tuck inside you for safe-keepin...

There are some moments that you wish you could capture forever; emotions you could bottle inside, carefully tuck inside you for safe-keeping. There is joy in those moments, and there is peace, and there is hope. I had one of those moments writing the poem below. It both hurt and healed me.

It's hard to know how to introduce this poem. So I'll turn to the Bible to speak what I have tried to say:

"But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed." (Isaiah 53:5, NIV)

It was not a peaceful end.
He did not die in His sleep,
Nor with a quick, silent end to His pain.
No mercy was shown to His shredded body,
No gentle touch to clean His wounds.
They tried to kill God.
They tried to kill God.
They tried to

They beat Him, mocked Him, broke His flesh,
They tore His muscles like tearing robes.
A crown of thorns dug into His scalp;
He could not rest His head, or He would be pierced.
He was tortured.
He was murdered.
He was innocent.
Beyond innocent -- He was holy, perfect, blameless.
And He looked upon us,
Us, humans who had bled His creations until they were husks.
Humans who turned on each other, snapping spines,
Feeding our shadowed hearts with cries of mercy
From others’ lips.
We gave no mercy.

We tried to kill God.
Our sin, my sin, tried to smother Him.
But He picked up the last, quivering sliver of light within us,
He ignored the roaring shadows and sneering fears.
No, not ignored, he saw it all.
And He forgave us.
He cradled this sliver, breathed life into its cracks, made it whole, and
Died for us.
Took the pain for us.
Even as the taunts mocked him, even as the thorns ripped the skin
Off His skull, He forgave through the pain.
He looked out on the jeering crowd,
And declared,
“Father, forgive them, for they know not what they are doing.”

We should have been destroyed.
We should have died, painful deaths, in agony
For the darkest deeds we have done,
For the seed of rot and ruin we plant in ourselves and others.
Instead, He took our place.
He chose to die for us, and we tried to kill Him, delighting in His pain.
“It is finished.”
It is.
His crown of thorns has been replaced with one
Of the most precious stones. A crown of purity, of holiness
So perfect we might look at Him and weep.
For who can compare to Him?

We tried to kill Him forever.
But Death could not hold Him.
And to the thunderous praise of the Heavens,
To the cry of joy from the earth, from every mountains, from every creature,
He rose.
He had not sinned -- Death’s chains could not confine Him.
He rose,
And He looked on those who had once mocked Him, now trembling before Him.
And He opened His arms
And called His children home.

Who are we, to be called sons and daughters of the perfect man,
The Holy of Holies, the Highest of Highs?
Boundless love, incomparable forgiveness,
He gives it all.
Who saw our shattered souls, and picked up the pieces?
Who is He, to love us so?
He is God.
He is Jesus.
He is the Holy Spirit.
He is all and everything, start and finish, the creator who walked in the skin of His creation
To understand, to love.
He is my Lord.

We tried to kill God.
For a time, the darkness rose, but it did not win the victory.
For then, Jesus rose,
And laid out forgiveness before us,
Laid out a path to eternity through Him.
He wore a crown of thorns, and let His body be broken, for us.
He died and rose, for us.
For us.
All of it, was for us.

"For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord." (Romans 6:23, KJV)

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  1. This is beautiful, Melissa. He is RISEN. Happy Easter. <3

    1. Thank you Ivie! He is indeed!! Happy Easter! <3

  2. Wow, this poem gave me goosebumps. Well done.

    1. Thank you Azelyn, I'm so glad it made you feel something! <3

  3. Beautiful poem. I love it.

  4. Lovely Melissa! I'm so glad he saved us!

  5. Wow.

    Just... WOW.

    This is beautiful, and heart-rending, and powerful, and I feel it in my heart. I can feel how God poured Himself through your fingertips into this poem. <3 <3

    We tried to kill God - the perfect, all-loving God of the universe. What is wrong with us? EVERYTHING is wrong with us! But God forgave that wrongness so we could be clothed in His rightness. He died for us, and now He's alive again. He is right. Here. With us.

    Just wow. This poem. <3

    1. Thank you so so much Lila! <3 <3

      He is! You put that so wonderfully; we tried to kill Him, because we are of sin, but he spread his loving cloak over us, and had the better plan. He is risen, and He is among us!

      Happy Easter! <3

  6. Such a beautiful work, Melissa! Happy Easter!!


    1. Thanks for your kind words, Catherine! Happy Easter! <3