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IT IS FINISHED
"When Jesus therefore had received the vinegar, he said, It is finished: and he bowed his head, and gave up the ghost."
[John 19:30, The Holy Bible, KJV]
There came a tremendous rumble from beneath the stone.
Every dove held its tune. Our lives froze in the thunder,
as the great clouds rolled in, upon sin overthrown.
The temple came down, down and down those pillars came.
Now is the hour of the power of darkness put to shame.
His naked feet, the blood and grime, within my spirit.
My body of dust, my tears of salt, my nature revealed.
I was a filthy raga-child, grovelling beneath his feet.
It was a terrible silence of expectation known only by us,
a second before the quake, the mount of skulls contracted.
A tragedy was piercing the hearts of those who remained,
as Jehovah's eyes came over the clouds, to behold the slain,
when the king came down, down and down his limp body came,
as his crown of shame rolled away, into timeless oblivion.
Every roman guard was nervous. Every old king unsettled,
Every devil shrieking and cowering, knowing of their fate.
If Satan could have only brought him back, but it was too late.
The deed was done, the victory certain, the glorified son.
His blood stained lips, his bruised and bloodied face.
I had never known such as him, how must I let him go?
Our hearts pierced through, with his broken mother's sorrow.
A whisper still hung in the air somehow, as if the songs
of many holy angels, reminded us of a kingdom to come,
while we struggled with grief, as a burden too heavy to bear,
beneath the severity of justice, that was meant for us.
In a way that we could barely grasp or comprehend,
he went to the Almighty One, who was there to receive him.
The heart wrenching reunion of the beloved Father and Son
and his eyes a reflection, of God's love for the world,
that wept not for himself, but for those left behind.
This world coming down, down and down God's atonement came.
The blood covered children, that he prayed for, no longer to blame.
As we staggered through dark streets, with feet cut by stones.
Then we all came down, down and down upon our knees we came,
bereaved and destitute, in praise of His only begotten son.
And his Father's eternal knowng, was there to behold him.
"But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed." [Isaiah 53:5, The Holy Bible, KJV] |
