The Scene at Calvary
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Copyright (c) 2008, J. Randal MathenyTHE SCENE AT CALVARY
by J. Randal MathenyOn bloodied ground Jesus died,
A heavy cross with heinous sin;
Redemption flowed from his pierced side,
And peace above the thunderous din.Weeping women and hardened men
Knew nothing but a monstrous deed;
But Satan in his darkened den
Was vanquished by the mother's Seed.The broken earth received the stake,
And under its welcomed weight, she groaned;
The ground rejoiced for justice' sake
At Jesus' cry, avenged, atoned.The dusty swirls from Roman feet
Stirred freedom's wind to corners four;
The whiff of death in Israel's street
Wafted sweet to heaven's door.The laughing scribes, the soldiers' jeers
Could never hush salvation's tones;
No rabbles' staves, no clubs nor spears
Could thwart his plan nor break his bones.Adoration fills our hearts,
Thanksgiving thrills our humbled souls;
Reverence moves our inward parts
To praise him who sits at the controls.Deep in the soul faith stirs sincere
And, disbelieving, beholds the tree;
With streaming tears the eyes are clear:
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Copyright (c) 2008, J. Randal Matheny
THE SCENE AT CALVARY
by J. Randal Matheny
On bloodied ground Jesus died,
A heavy cross with heinous sin;
Redemption flowed from his pierced side,
And peace above the thunderous din.
Weeping women and hardened men
Knew nothing but a monstrous deed;
But Satan in his darkened den
Was vanquished by the mother's Seed.
The broken earth received the stake,
And under its welcomed weight, she groaned;
The ground rejoiced for justice' sake
At Jesus' cry, avenged, atoned.
The dusty swirls from Roman feet
Stirred freedom's wind to corners four;
The whiff of death in Israel's street
Wafted sweet to heaven's door.
The laughing scribes, the soldiers' jeers
Could never hush salvation's tones;
No rabbles' staves, no clubs nor spears
Could thwart his plan nor break his bones.
Adoration fills our hearts,
Thanksgiving thrills our humbled souls;
Reverence moves our inward parts
To praise him who sits at the controls.
Deep in the soul faith stirs sincere
And, disbelieving, beholds the tree;
With streaming tears the eyes are clear:
It's true, it's true! He died for me!
1. Your feedback is important -- strike that
-- essential! Say something at this link,
and read the story behind the poem here:
randalmatheny.com/2008/05/28/here-a-line-there-a-line/
2. Share today's poem, as is, with a friend.