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Still He Walked..

He could hear the crowds screaming "crucify" "crucify"...
He could hear the hatred in their voices,
These were his chosen people. He loved them,
And they were going to crucify him.
He was beaten, bleeding and weakened... his heart was broken,
But still He walked
He could see the crowd as he came from the palace.
He knew each of the faces so well.
He had created them.He knew every smile, laugh, and shed tear,
But now they were contorted with rage and anger...his heart broke,
But still He walked.
Was he scared? You and I would have been,
so his humanness wouldHave mandated that he was.
He felt alone. His disciplesHad left, denied, and even betrayed him.
He searched the crowd for a loving face and he saw very few.
Then he turned his eyes to the only one that mattered
And he knew that he would never be alone.
He looked back at the crowd, at the people who were spittingAt him,
throwing rocks at him and mocking him
and he knewThat because of him,
they would never be alone.
So for them, He walked.
The sounds of the hammer striking the spikes echoed throughThe crowd.
The sounds of his cries echoed even louder,
The cheers of the crowd,
as his hands and feetWere nailed to the cross, intensified with each blow.
Loudest of all was the still small voice inside hisHeart that whispered
"I am with you my son",And God's heart broke.
He had let his son walk.
Jesus could have asked God to end his suffering,
But instead he asked God to forgive,
Not to forgive him,But to forgive the ones who were persecuting him.
As he hung on that cross, dying an unimaginable death,
He looked out and saw, not only the faces in the crowd,
But also, the face of every person yet to be,
And his heart filled with love.As his body was dying, his heart was alive.
Alive withThe limitless, unconditional love he feels for each of us.
That is why He walked.
When I forget how much My God loves me,
I remember his walk.
When I wonder if I can be forgiven,I remember his walk.
When I need reminded of how to live like Christ,I think of his walk.
And to show him how much I love him,
I wake up each morning, turn my eyes to him
And I walk

Comments

journeyman said…
ooh baby... nice one there... he gives u a reason to walk and u give me a reason to think and also to smile... will be hope life is treating u fine.. keep walking and smiling
Sun Nov 19, 02:20:00 PM
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