Golgotha, the place of the skull
Where Jesus Christ suffered and died for us all
His body was scourged
His body was flogged
His body, bruised beaten and torn
His body was whipped and mocked and worn
The surprising thing is, He was perfectly willing
He could have stopped the blows, but it was prophecy He was fulfilling
He could have smote the ones who were cursing Him
But He kept silent, submitted, because this abuse was endured for them
He was bleeding and tired and He was shamed
Evil Jews lied. Innocently, He was blamed.
Love alone was in His heart
So a new covenant of life, for us, He could start
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This poem was inspired by my darling friend Claire. She wrote a beautiful song, maybe she will post on her blog.
God has given her a beautiful talent of writing songs on the piano and singing them too.
So, I want to thank God, as well as Claire, for the song she wrote to inspire this poem, which God gave to me.
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