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Day Of Reckoning

by Terri Stanfield

I watch, heartbroken, as He climbs the hill
Bowed down by that heavy cross
So hoping that Yahweh will save Him still
But starting to mourn His loss
The crowd is vicious, they're filled with hate
The centurians are the same
How can He go on in His sad state
To them this is just a game
They spit at Him and cast forth stones
They laugh and curse and mock Him
They celebrate my Lord's tortured groans
Even as He forgives them
The hammer rings out upon the spikes
As they nail Him to the wood
A soldier pierces Him with a pike
They're killing all that is good
His life blood flows freely to the ground
From His flayed back and His side
And from the thorns with which He was crowned
And while the crowd cheered, I cried
The hours crawled by as He hung there
Suffering for all to see
And now all that He stood for lays bare
As He hangs on Calvary
Interminable, the day drags on
Then He cries to God and dies
There's no denying that He is gone
But I know His words weren't lies
Some how, some way, this can't be the end
His teachings were heaven born
He was my leader, my Lord, my friend
I know He'd not leave me lorn
They wrap His body, take it away
Still hopeful, I take my leave
Something heavenly happened today
I no longer need to grieve
Though I'm expecting a sleepless night
Not so, and my dreams are sweet
I'm awakened by the morning light
And as I get to my feet
From the main street there comes a great shout
The stone has been rolled away
Jesus is risen, the call goes out
This is resurrection day
I can feel my soul leap within me
The victory has been won
Now all the unbelievers will see
The He truly was God's son

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