He died for us
[‘Yet Christ let his powers rest’ edited]
That night, cold and wet, was sorrowful and ominous,
The sky was rumbling and thundering; it was pouring too.
The world witnessed the rise of Jesus, the Redeemer
On the cross- crowned a thorny ‘coronet of jealousy’-
Not like a saviour, but like someone traitorous.
He was crucified; treated as a criminal too!
It broke the devoted hearts of many a griever;
Yet Christ hung there statue-like, a rag full of courtesy!
Man seemed to be the arbitrator- declaring Gods!
“Blasphemy, consecration and Baptism are child’s play.
We can frame our own Christ, our own Joseph and Peter,
We can make our own Bible, devise commandments afresh,
We can time the sun, tune nature to our special chords,
We can create life and destroy too,” haughtily they say.
Christ heard it all; yet his composure didn’t deter
He was spat upon but remained calm- Why bother the mesh?
He didn’t grumble nor did he cry but accepted
His scourging silently. He couldn’t breathe, he gasped for air,
And yet he managed to speak and spoke some simple tags
"Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do,"-blissful!
"My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?”-blighted!
"Father, into your hands I commit my spirit!"-sincere!
The red blood covered the iron and spoiled the rags,
Yet he made such a bona fide sacrifice! Rueful!
Christ meant Messiah and many people flocked to him.
Fearing a rebellion, the ‘King of Jews’ was caught
And held among the blessed Gardens of Gethsemane.
Six trials failed and condemned Jesus to endless torment.
He was attired in a purple robe, his mates were slim
All had fled in fear- Christ was in a terrible lot.
For our sake, he tolerated the vicious pain;
When expected to raise his sword, he went for atonement.
Golgotha was appointed, outside Jerusalem
And Jesus carried the cross there, where he was nailed to it.
The best of sacrifices ever made was held there
With far onlookers moaning grievously at the event.
Mother and Magalene filled the immortal emblem
Of his family. For three hours, the sky gleamingly lit,
And the next half was buried in a big dark layer.
Christ lived torture though it could be easily prevented.
Two criminals flanked him on the left and on the right,
They were in rigorous pain and sought for Christ’s assistance
‘If you are truly the Messiah’ they said ‘save us’
Christ thus performed his last noble act- they died pain-freely
So perished the ‘Chosen One’ under the divine light,
And atop his head was ‘This is the king of the Jews’ lanced.
The name of the place “Place of the skull,” gave the last hush
“It is finished” Christ muttered as his soul fluttered freely.
