Font Color+redbbefore The Third Day Poem by Barry A. Lanier

On the cross, He had to die
So many wonder, and reason why?
One world to save, to conquer sin
With one precious life, each soul to win
Dragging a cross, up yonder hill
There to hang on it, but with His will
Thirty-nine lashes with three pronged whips
Barbs gnashing and sinking, with every rip
Dull metal stakes, driven through bone and flesh
Searing agony and pain, with every breath
Platted with sharp thorns, painted in blood
Seared flesh hanging loosely, in strips of love
Counting crimson stained tears, of His saving grace
In scarlet they flowed, dripping down His face
'The King of Jews', nailed over His head
Casting lots for his clothes, as His blood ran red
The sun disappeared, from noon until three
'My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?
Then darkness passed, for all sinners to see
The only Son of God, nailed upon the tree

{ We are commanded to remember- 1 Cor.11: 24-26 }