Friday, April 09, 2004
Early one particular morning, the air was still. There was a surreal calmness. Something was not right, something was unsettling. The day was dark, oh so dark, as if it was taken out of a nightmare. Something horrible was happening. There was a war wagging, though know one could see it. No peace would be found on this day of battle.
He cried until he could not cry anymore. His heart was broken over and over again. Agony that was beyond comprehension was upon Him. He had not slept from the night before, He barely had the strength to stand. After a long morning of physical and verbal abuse he was delivered up to a cross.
On the tree of pain he hung. With a sip of sour wine, he toasted “ It is finished”
He was pierced through for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities: The chastening for our well-being fell upon him, and by His scouring we are healed- Isaiah 53:5
He cried until he could not cry anymore. His heart was broken over and over again. Agony that was beyond comprehension was upon Him. He had not slept from the night before, He barely had the strength to stand. After a long morning of physical and verbal abuse he was delivered up to a cross.
On the tree of pain he hung. With a sip of sour wine, he toasted “ It is finished”
He was pierced through for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities: The chastening for our well-being fell upon him, and by His scouring we are healed- Isaiah 53:5
