the passion

As I am preparing my heart to hear from God this Easter season, I began thinking about a poem that I wrote a couple of years ago. I was inspired to write this poem back in 2009. It travels from His Agony in the Garden of Gethsemane, to His Suffering on the Cross at Calvary, to His Victory at the Empty Tomb.

The Passion

On the darkest of nights

where one life dwells

I found in a Garden

him fighting with Hell

There was sweat filled with blood

and prayers full of grief

Agony, suffering
pleading for relief

But no one would listen

not Father, nor friends

When the traitor came

it was surely the end

He was exposed by a kiss

which was part of the plan

Horrific suffering and wrath

as death drew near to this Man


His friends forsook Him
His family fled
Abandoned by all
He would soon be dead

He was spit upon, and mocked

beaten and flogged

He was given a cross

and commanded to walk

In pain and weakness

He climbed that great hill

With onlookers following

and His blood being spilled

Finally the moment

had ceased for all time

They were hammering in nails

to this Man with no crime 

It was for sinners, and wretches

the transgressions of all

that He suffered and bled

to restore the fall

He cried out, "It's Finished"

then darkness fell

Surely Satan believed

it was victory for Hell

The earth began trembling

and creation shook

But this Man remained silent

as He died next to crooks

Then His spirit was offered

His work had been done

And three days later

the victory was won

The grave could not hold Him

nor the enemies plans

For it was the Power of God

that Raised up this Man


With death now defeated
our sins now removed
The Son of God has Risen
and offers new life to you