Behold The Man Poem by Peter Eliastam

He was not too sovereign to become
The drudge of many, and the King of some.
Domestic servant of His flawed mankind,
Bane of the sighted, but boon to the blind;
Resigning His throne to reign from The Tree,
With God’s unobtrusive humility.
Who shall remove from His Cross of command,
The orb of the earth in His nail-scarred hand?
His sceptre of reed, with His crown of thorns
Were His pledge of rule till the New Day dawns.
His wounds bore witness to a story told,
Of Grace we would trade for a wedge of gold.
“Release Barabbas! ” His disciples fled!
“He claims he is God! Let him die instead! ”