Poem: I was there, when He died!

Introduction!

Have you ever wonders what exactly happened when Jesus was crucified? This poem was born from out of the view of my spirit man! It is not about correct poetry rules but about telling a deep story trougth poetry.

I was there!

I see the crowd, never so loud.
Atmosphere loaded,
What’s the commotion?
People chanted,
To death with Him!

I see the man, the cross.
The thorny Crown he wears,
Blood dripping, the whip cracking,
Flesh ripping, even louder they grow.
Kicking and cursing, chased to exhaustion

Who is this man,
Chased like an criminal?
A murderer perhaps, hated by the crowd?
Mocked as the savior, come on!
Save your self! They shout!
Hatred shows, followed by the whip

Closer they come, yet louder they grow
Driven to the edge of His strength, depleted,
He fell to the street, a picture of agony and pain
Uproar as the crowds stopped to stare
Hatred not seen before
Crack of the whip, get up King

They mocked,
The crowd roars
Hatred fires them on, to death with Him
No more delay, get up with Him
These blasphemes seems to never end

He looks up; I see his face, His eyes
He looks into my soul
Expecting the hate, the pain!
All I see is mercy, Love so great
Confused I freeze and stare
The crowd roars with expectation and anticipation

Crucify him! Crucify him!
Ripping back out of my trance
Grabbing me, pushing
Carry the cross for your king!
My King, I thought?

The crowd mocks, as the blood soaked cross
Cuts into my shoulder, His blood, dripping
Onto my face, changing me forever
Tears to remember my pain as I
Bare His load of suffering

The crowd pushes on, No mercy
Staggering He trys to walk
The whip cracks, Flesh rips
Blood squirts, all hell breaks loose
Unstoppable they push

I see the place, The Place of the Skull
His fate to be, death on a tree
The nails to be, driven through His flesh
Hanging, to His death, on a tree
Led to be slaughtered by the mob

Who could He be? So soft hearted
Yet “King of the Jews”: they mocked,
Who was He really? “Savior”;
Yet a few called Him “Lord”.
A savior King murdered by the mob

His blood covered me
The cross was ripped away,
Smashed to the ground
He on top, no mercy, Nails driven deep
Lifted up for, all to see. the Savior King.
His name nailed above, “King of the Jews”

They mock and curse, play the dice,
While gambling for his clothes
They sit there, watching him die
People passing by shake the head,
Hatred so perfect in their ways

In silence I stare, fear claims my heart
Wet with His blood I freeze, scared to move
The crowed goes wild, fired by His suffering
What is happening? My heart on fire with pain!
Have they gone berserk?

Tear down the Temple; let’s see you build it up
In three days! You said, save yourself,
Son of God! , Come down from your cross!”
Then we will believe, they mock and curse

He’s the opposite of them, filled with love
“Father, forgive them, they know not what they do”
Words of love, word from the soul
Today, you will bewith me in Paradise. My friend

Darkness comes so suddenly, thick, the noon so dark
Three hours, it silences the crowed
“My God, My God” His voice was heard
Why have you forsaken me?

I look and see. Could this be?
He changes and curls under the wrath
Deformed by the plagues’
The sins of the world upon Him
With unbelief I see Him being destroyed
To my knees I fall? Who can He be?

“I am thirsty”. A bowl was there,
Wine, put on a stick, cheap wine
Lifted up to his lips, He could drink,
“It is finished”! , “Father, into thy hands I comit my soul”
Then he bowed his head, Gave up his life

Silence came over the crowd
A calmness, even relief
Rumbling came, lightning struck
The earth shook, the rocks split,
Its creator ripped inside out
The Temple shook, curtains torn.

The crowed scattered
Panic-stricken they fled
Trembling some fell, His accusers.
Could this be! He was just a man!
They gasp for air

Graves broke open, dead raised up,
They walked the streets for all to see.
Then the officer, he who droved the nails
Fell to his knees, then to his face
Soldiers with him watch as he cries

The earthquake, terrified crowd,”
The darkness, what could all this mean
Is He really the Son of God?”
Certainly he was a good man!”
He did not deserve this death

My order is, He must die
Plunged his spear into His side,
The blade cuts, blood and water poured
“Not one bone is broken.”
The gap was crossed

The blood so precious, flows
To the rock below, scatters and torn
It follows the path ripped apart,
The curse, forever to be broken

Slowly it trickles through the crack
A drop is formed, Lingers for a time
Splashes onto the altar, Mercy restored
At last; God and men

The perfect offer, Blood so pure
New beginning, No more veil
Passage gained, Perfect priest
An Acceptable offer to the Father.


Wikipedia!

The crucifixion of Jesus is an event that occurred during the 1st century AD.

Jesus, whom Christians believe to be the Son of God as well as the Messiah, was arrested, tried, and sentenced by Pontius Pilate to be scourged, and finally crucified.

Jesus' redemptive suffering and death by crucifixion represent the central aspects of Christian theology, including the doctrines of salvation and atonement.

Jesus' crucifixion is described in all four Canonical gospels, attested to by other ancient sources, and is firmly established as an historical event confirmed by non-Christian sources.

Christians believe Jesus' suffering was foretold in the Hebrew Bible, such as in Psalm 22, and Isaiah's songs of the suffering servant.

According to a Gospels, Jesus was arrested in Gethsemane following the Last Supper with the Twelve Apostles, and forced to stand trial before the Sanhedrin,

Pontius Pilate, and Herod Antipas, before being handed over for crucifixion.

After being flogged, Jesus was mocked by Roman soldiers as the "King of the Jews", clothed in a purple robe, crowned with thorns, beaten and spat on.

Jesus then had to make his way to the place of his crucifixion

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louisxfourie 6 years ago from Johannesburg, South Africa Author

Thank you for the kind words, He died on the cross for us to live!


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Georgie98 6 years ago from UK

I think this is an extremely analytical and very dramatical version of the crucifixtion.

It is written very well, I can't say if any of it is misplaced because I wasn't there! And truth be told no one in this day and age was. Not even the most devout catholics or christians worldwide. You might disagree, but that's your choice.


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Captain Jimmy 6 years ago from WV

Beautiful Poem! It saddens me to visualize the horror Jesus endured for us! Glory to his Name!


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kai777 6 years ago from Chicago

Beautiful!!!


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louisxfourie 6 years ago from Johannesburg, South Africa Author

Thank you for the kind words, yes HE IS OUR SUFFERING Lord, BUT ALSO our King.


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singlmomat52 6 years ago

It breaks my heart what they did to Him, but I thank Him for dying on the cross for my sins, because without his crucifixtion my soul would be lost and my sins unforgiven. Beautiful Hub!! Thank you!!

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