Architect
of a Man of Peace...
Head lifted high toward Heaven - prayed... he begged ‘relief’ –
“Find way”
“Be loosed my chains this cup contains” his Father’s will would
stay
His sacrifice so great most souls not willing to accept
Was ‘braved so grand’ toward God’s work planned... he acquiesced -
then wept
King watched the few defend him true... yet ‘most’ fled for their
part
As soldiers came to take him ‘way which ripped his soul - at heart
The pack of wolves surrounding him ‘alone’ to stealth great ill
Held craven, ‘blind-mad-bloodlusts’… poised to draw his blood -
they’d spill
By dark ‘mid night through eve’s twilight... they seized him -
chained and bound
Mercs dragged him ‘fore court magistrate; vast ‘dens of thieves’
abound
They’d sought ‘excuse’ with false accuse to ‘twist’ his truth - in
kind
Try as they did... false witness give... no wrong ‘gainst him
they’d bind
Frustrations reached their ‘limit’s peak’...; their ‘council’ -
none advanced
Chief Pharisee and Sadducees scowled measurably entranced
Thus, as foul prate forged sayings ‘false’… yet could to none
degree
Chief priests pled cause ‘fore Magnus Prime... “Great Pontius… do
‘not’ free”
King brutalized and tortured fierce... no food nor drink
gave they
Guards rendered him ‘state enemy’ - chained hand to foot as prey
Rome ‘chose’ to forge example of… send forth their ‘strong decree’
Should ‘any’ man ‘think’ to offend - they’d loose great agony
Gross thrashings sore King suffered should have sent him to his
grave
Spiked
flagrums ripped his blood-soaked back - through weathered skin it clave
He should have screamed one hundred times… collapsed ‘mid brutal
blows
Rome’s soldiers wailed with all their might ‘til fainting from
fierce throws
Beat bloodied raw to disrepair... he spewed vitality
With ‘blood-soaked back’ guards draped King’s robe - one ‘made’
for majesty
King ‘mocked to scorn’ and sore reviled... disgraced by pompous
fools
Was brought to naught ‘mid their ‘cruel charge’ - dismissed by
‘dutied ghouls’
A crown of thorns on him they’d force – ‘spiked wreath’ pressed
‘gainst his head
He should have wailed yet did not shout; his blood eased out
instead
Plague left him rot to languish gloom… forlorn drained ‘spirit
core’
Yet ‘unkind word’ not uttered – heard world breach an oath he’d
swore
At last armed ghouls stripped King's stained robe to ‘sport’ his
nakedness
Rome forged great shame… ‘intent’ remain… long past his ‘life’s -
laid rest’
They kicked him ‘round and tossed him ‘bout; yet cursed he none
his foes
While dying from great deadly thirst... no mercy… ‘still’ - they
chose
Shrilled massive pain King suffered… Rome’s ghouls crucified this
Man…
As they held him down, bound both wrists, then drove spikes deep -
each hand
His feet were bound together... a ‘long stake’ then driven through
King watched as Mary’s tears like rain held captive torment’s rue’
Chief Sadducees and Pharisees stood ever-watchful by…
Just to glimpse ‘great grief’ - his suffering… King’s form would
‘frame’ the sky
‘Pined bated-breath’… priests long would wait to hear last words
confessed
“Renounce your soul ye ‘Son of God’… death looms thy ways transgressed”
Expectations set their ‘morbid tone’… ‘grand order’ gleaned
the day
By what damage done - King’s rebel hands… soon death would ‘wipe’
away
With his life… now ‘Jewish order’… once again be ‘fast’ restored
Gifting priests their grand ‘mal-practice’ - clearing way their
‘vast’ reward
“Trouble was this ‘great pretender’… trouble was the way - his
life
Great concern… his ‘caring nature’ – great his works engendered
strife
We’ve no place a ‘prophet’s message’… teaching all - “Believe in
me”
Making us - ‘them… less-dependent’… skewing thus… ‘our’
funding-spree”
Woe… a ‘righteous’ Jew must need be slain to stay ‘some’ status-quo
Far it better - be that ‘this’ man die… than bide ‘rule-overthrow’
Have ‘we’ place to judge ‘their’ purpose… judge ‘we’ them the ‘non-contrite’
Chief ‘their’ councils forge decisions – absent ‘view’ their scandaled-plight
Greater was the ‘call for order’… than ‘true justice’ for this man
By the ‘seeds’ of King’s disruption multitudes were healed – God’s
plan
By the power of his message many sought his way of life
Casting doubt… ‘religious-doctrine – causing mass
‘religious-strife’
Great his anguish… fierce King suffered… as his ‘friends’ so
watched him die
Sad… no one raised hand to ease his pain - mass crowds meandered
by
Is it true great throngs once ‘pressed’ him... yet none ‘chose’
defend their ‘kin
Sad those crowds… whose ‘sole’ agenda… ‘central-care’ was their
‘own’ skin
King did render 'no' disservice for his punishment endured
Yet to those for whom he’d sacrifice… ‘stood watch’ - his
world immured
And yet… through it all he doled great peace… forgave them -
everyone
This great gift all men unworthy of… is God’s ‘Crown Jewel’ - His
Son
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