My Saviour Poem by Dann Thomas

Flesh and bone, bruised and broken.
My Saviour in fear and confusion.
The soul thirsty, torn and stretched,
Thinking distraught and vision enmeshed.

The Pharisees hovered proud and happy
As the Saviour of the Jews, hung lowly.
Pilate; his hands had washed; For in Him,
He found no charges of the Sanhedrin.

His mother stands helpless, watching nearby
A Saviour for a Son, now nailed and crucified.
The dream of youth, the lovely child
A Son of God? Or, had the angels lied?

His friends and disciples left him alone
A Saviour was fine, but a criminal disown.
No followers or friends around, could be seen
To help him, they could only find Simon of Cyrene.

On Golgotha, two thieves, on either side
Of the Saviour that day was crucified
One mocked and cried ‘Save us all’
‘why doesn’t God, hear your call’?

The laughing screams of the mockers grew loud
My Saviour confused, sweat and blood on the ground.
The pain and agony, disappointment and sadness
Aching heart, fear, confusion and madness

And then with a loud cry he gave up his soul.
The Saviour Dead? And silence was whole.
Heaven and earth wept, the curtain in Jerusalem tore,
Just like Caiphas’s coat, the night before.

The skies rained darkness. The soldiers ran
The Saviour crucified, the hope of man?
Tombs broke and gave birth to their dead
The Son of God, for the world had bled.

But on the third day they found an empty tomb
Their Saviour was gone, only cloth in the room
An angel appeared and to them she said
“Why seek ye the living among the dead”?