Final Walk - Poem by Louis Gander
Now forty lashes - minus one
The torture, anguish has begun.
Thirty-nine lashes, horrid pain,
I can't endure - but won't complain.
A crown of thorns cut in so deep,
Energy gone - I've got to sleep.
But on my back, a timber placed -
it weighs a ton, blood/sweat I taste.
I feel the cross beside my face
I cannot walk a faster pace.
Skin rips open - each time I slip,
so tighter I must keep my grip.
Each step I take is harder still
when trudging up this cruel hill.
The slivers pierce me as I trod,
both big and small - oh, help me God.
Please give me strength for Heaven sakes
for every muscle in me aches.
With that huge cross along my back,
My knees buckle - my legs go slack.
Exhausted I can hardly crawl
and then I dropp it as I fall.
My shoulder hurts - the pain intense.
Everyone stares in awed suspense.
I can't handle it any more
yet next I know what is in store.
My lungs hurt so, I've lost my breath,
but give me strength before my death.
Finally, at the top I rest -
but now this cross, my final test.
I love you all - am faithful still,
right here on top of Calvary's hill.
All the pain I've endured thus far
cannot erase the sins that are.
Sacrifice, death - wages of sin -
demands the pain of the cross begin.
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