Jacob Courtney

The Hill Of Eternity - Poem by Jacob Courtney

The Hill of Eternity

Let me tell you about a man who died on
A cross. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was
A young man in service to a vast empire. I was
Proud to serve my empire but oh was I lost. It was
A day that changed everything not only for me but
For the world. It was the first time I saw this man so
Beaten and battered that he did not look like a man.
His back was bloodied and torn from him, his head
Was wrapped with thorns that pierced his holy flesh.
Some how he was able to walk he was able to carry
This cross. As we arrived at the crest of a hill my
Commander a man of steel ordered me to nail this
Man to force him to bear more pain. I feared to dare
Not follow this order yet even more I feared what I
Was doing. Even though I knew this to be wrong I
Grabbed my hammer and picked up the first nail.
I put it against his hand holding it down tight. I took
The swing striking it deep within this man's hand. He
Yelled out in pain as I strike the nail again and again
Until it was finally through. Then again I did the same
To the other hand striking again and again as he yelled
Out in pain. Tears flowing from both him and me I said
What have I done to thee. The man smiled despite his pain
and Said it's ok I forgive you as I held his feet over top
another So I could place the third nail. Forgive me for
this no this Can not be for what I have done here today
can not be Taken away. I hear the striking of my hammer
into the last Nail, I see myself doing this but not once
did he ever hate. He said it's ok I forgive you again and
again. I cried and I weeped for what have I done this day.
After hours of Watching and waiting to see him fade the
sky went black From east to west from end to end. He
yelled out so loud That I still hear his pain I still remember
his name For he Died there that day.

Topic(s) of this poem: faith

Poet's Notes about The Poem

About This: Would you still follow Christ if you
Was to be crucified just as he was with nails
Drove through your skin where you left to hang
For hours upon hours. I wonder how many of us
Would truly take up that cross if there would not
Be any doubt in our minds. We can say yes but
Truly would we accept that would we embrace
That would we suffer just as Christ did. I like to
Say yes but truly we will never know till we are
Tested in such a manner. When we sin are we
Not also doing the same as the guard are we not
Driving nails into our Lord. Are we not causing
Him great pain. Every sin we make we are striking
A nail into our savior into our Lord into our God.
We cause Him great pain and still He forgives us
He tells us He loves us despite us falling short
Despite us falling into sin. Father every time I
Strike a nail into you and you forgive me thank
You Lord for I am not worthy of such forgiveness
I am not worthy. Forgive me for causing you such
Pain Lord I beg of you forgive me. Praise be to
You Father.

Comments about The Hill Of Eternity by Jacob Courtney

  • Shakil Ahmed (11/30/2015 2:45:00 AM)

    your poem has touched my heart, beautifully composed thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 30, 2015

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