The Crucifixion Poem by Gert Strydom

The first time
that she heard about the crucifixion,
there were tears
in the eyes of that child
that drew lines down her blushing cheeks

“They cruelly murdered Him, ”
she said with a lot of compassion
and that she really
would have wanted it differently
and I heard pain in the voice
of that little girl.

Still I know that every hammer blow
and torture on that cross,
bought me free
from eternal death
and that He was both man and God
hanging there for me
to get that freedom.

[This poem is for Sunè]