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The Advocate by Josie James © 2007 In judgment, I stood Condemned to die, Devoid of defenses Having no alibi. My pardon denied Nothing left to appeal. The sentence was passed Signed, stamped and sealed. I stood alone, My head hung in shame, With nothing to argue And no one to blame. The crimes I'd committed My errors, my blights Could not be omitted Even by things I'd done right. Yet I opened my mouth To make one final plea To beg for the Court To have mercy on me. But the Judge raised His hand His position was firm. My life was required For the law that I'd spurned. The gavel then sounded Sealing my fate, When a soft voice behind me, Simply said, "Wait." The Judge looked over And to my surprise, The warmest compassion Danced in His eyes. I turned to see From whence the voice had come And came face to face With the Judge's only Son. He said, "Father, I know That this wretch must die. But I am now come That she might have life. There is no reason Her blood should be shed. So I ask that You Take my life instead." The Judge turned to hear What I had to say, But I looked at His Son And whispered, "I have nothing to pay." The Son sweetly smiled, And said, "My gift is free. All that I ask Is that you believe in Me." The decision was made With the greatest of ease. I thought just for one moment Then dropped to my knees. Hands stretched to Heaven, "I believe," I cried. The Son then walked over To stand by my side. "Father," He said, Though she's come short of Your glory, This sentence of death Must not end her story." The Judge looked with love At His Son, then at me, And said, "You should die, But I'll show you mercy." My mouth hung open, Knowing not what to say, As guards took the Son And led Him away. I started to protest To put up a fight, But He said, "It is finished," Then stepped out of sight. "You are redeemed," said the Judge "A brand new creation, A peculiar person From a holy nation. No condemnation remains, So, go. You are free. My Son's sacrifice Has given you liberty." |
![]() This poem won 2nd place for the June 2008 poetry contest |