In The End Poem by Smoky Hoss

Jesus stands
With the very scourge in hand
That ripped his own flesh
So very long ago.
It's the end of all time
When every woman and man trembling stands
Awaiting - certain to receive each their own due.
As all walk, or crawl, to his side
Meekly expecting to get the endless lash...
What a surprise, when he hands it to them
Turns and offers his own deeply scarred back.
-One by one we all lay the flagra down
And dropp to our knees upon this holy ground
Overcome with joy
Of the final sanctification
As God himself lifts up everyone
Issuing each their own true name
In this the last and greatest eternal Revelation.

The last to arrive
On this the Great Day
Are a few Roman soldiers
From so very far away
These the same
Who in ignorance flogged Jesus at will
With nothing more, nor less
Upon their devious minds...than to kill.
But now the tides of time have turned,
For in great glory Christ has returned.
As here he stands over all creation,
King and Lord of all nations.
These Centurians who beat him long ago
Kneel at his feet, bent so low;
Many centuries before
These few came to understand
In the aftermath of all they'd seen and done
Truly the One they had killed
Was far more than mere man
Indeed he was, and is, God's own beloved Son.
So, they bow at his pierced feet
Fully aware that the one they murdered then
Now holds the souls of all men.
Does he wield the whip
In divine justice done?
No.
With a tender spirit and compassionate heart
He tenderly lifts them
One by one
Up from the cold hard ground.
He wipes away the tears and says
'You are forever forgiven,
Welcome Home, to this
Your eternal heaven.'

-If God refuses salvation, through Christ,
To even one who truly asks
Then how could any of us
Ever stand a chance?
Thank God he does forgive,
Thereby we all, by grace, can
Finally and forever, truly live.