poet Divina Boulangé

Divina Boulangé

Not A Word

He was falsely accused
While Barabbas was excused.
He bore sin’s awful heavy shame.
Upon Himself, he took me blame.
Yet He said not a word.

Led to the slaughter like a lamb –
Jehovah, Adonai, the Great I AM.
Mocked and ridiculed, laughed to scorn,
And spit upon – is this my Lord?
Yet He said not a word.

It was I who should have died,
Yet my Lord was crucified.
With one word He could be free,
But He suffered there for me.
And He said not a word.

Just one word – the angels would aid.
Was there not another way?
Why must He die to pay my debt?
Such pain and suffering and yet –
He said not a word.

I gazed upon His mangled face,
Knowing that He had taken my place.
His broken lips parted and He cried,
“Father, forgive them! ” then He died.
With love He spoke those words.

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 2, 2006

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Comments about Not A Word by Divina Boulangé

  • Christopher Turner (8/17/2006 6:17:00 PM)

    Another great one, I love it! C. G. Turner

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  • Leigh A. Hill (6/10/2006 10:07:00 PM)

    Wow, what a powerful poem. i like how you used the names of God, Jehovah Adonai....
    beautiful! .
    love starr

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