CRUCIFIED
I kneel and weep before the cross
The tears are not for my loss
I had it all to gain
Because of my Lord who was slain.
I weep for the horrible crucifixion;
The pain, mockery, and affliction
Even Pilate asked, “Why? What evil hath He done?”
The centurion said, “Truly this Man was God’s own Son!”
Jesus healed and raised the dead
Yet had no place to lay His head.
He was mocked, spit upon, and beaten
Was denied and, by many, forgotten
Jesus, my Lord, was crucified
Taken to court and tried
Nails were driven through His wrists and feet
It was all for my sin and deceit
I weep for the torture He endured
He gave His life so mine would be secured.
I weep for the Lamb who was rejected and scorned
He bled as they placed upon his head, a braided crown of thorns
My Jesus -He suffered the cruelest pain
And yet, I constantly complain
He suffered and bled - for that I cry
As I continue to kneel and ask, “Why?”
The answer comes quickly through the peace and the quiet
“I love you my child with all my might
Do not cry and despair
For you, I gladly carried the cross I was born to bear.”
I have no further need to ask, “Why? What evil had He done?”
I believe He died for me and is God’s own Son.
By Mary Nell Jameson
“But as it is written, Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him. 1 Corinthians 2:9
