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Before we celebrate the excitement of Easter, we should contemplate the magnitude of what Christ endured for us. On this Good Friday, these are my thoughts...
The Bitter Cup - Day #10
How is it we so often stare complacently
At that solemn reminder hewn from wood
A beam across another in humility
How little we give thanks for what we should
To think that when relief was offered willingly
That bitter cup He for a worse disdained
Refusing any chance to lessen agony
Through poison or a dulling of His pain
How can we gloss over these hours unthinkingly
Even with knowledge of an empty tomb
That our shame should erase His earthly dignity
That torture rightly ours He would assume
His suffering was not less due to His deity
Nor lighter weight to bear as God divine
But as the innocent, it was infinity
Compared to the deserved that would be mine
P.S.
I did write a poem yesterday, but decided not to post it since it was very experimental and bizarre, and frankly, makes very little sense. Perhaps after some revision I can get up the courage to post it and let you make of it what you will.