The Pain Of Love Poem by Michael P. Johnson

On Him they spat whose eyes they bound
They beat God’s Son then turned Him round
“Now tell us Christ, who struck Your head? ”
To Pilate then God’s Son was led

“Whip this man, as the law demands”
Said Pilate, as he washed his hands
The Lamb’s flesh soon began to crack
Each time the whip met with His back

As Jesus felt the Roman lash
God’s blood, poured free from every gash
His flesh in shreds, His bones laid bear
Then from His beard, they ripped the hair

God’s Lamb was made, a thorny crown
Upon His head, man pressed it down
“Hail! King of Jews” the soldiers quipped
While God’s own blood just dripped and dripped

This all took place throughout the night
Till dawn brought forth, a gruesome sight
Battered and torn, His body bent
Back to the Jews God’s Son was sent

God’s Lamb, they nailed upon a tree
From hands and feet, His blood ran free
Man pierced His side the lance turned red
Thus to ensure that Christ was dead

No word yet found, portrays the pain
Christ endured again and again
God knew these things right from the start
This sight to melt the strongest heart

Salvation bloomed, on Calvary
When Jesus died, for you and me
But now His love floods every land
This truth the world must understand.