The Sword Fell Pierced Your Heart Poem by John Ackerman

arise
there is a stirring in the wind
the wings of an angelic dove
with love
solace by a early morning spring
hearts will implode to a reasonable episode
whispers
down the cobblestone walkway
waiting
there cometh a man with a wooden cross
a lone helper took it for a while
he would climb on step at a time
sought through love
from the hands of time
alone for a while in his stead
crys heard from Golgotha's sight
Mother Mary crying by the side
along with that of brother James
the flames of agony were put out once for all
putting all our sin on that cross
this was no tragic loss
for in three days he would rise
Herod once tried to snuff him out
philosophers chose to see him as a blemish nor a spot
they spit in his face
they pulled his beard
made him wear a crown of thorns
sound the alarm

the prongs of whom stripes i am healed
we all should yield to his humble spirit
at last was fulfilled spoken by the prophet Jeremiah
there is none but higher
mock him
put him to scorn
some try to curse the very day he was every born
but he has forgiven in spite of the sin that was put on him
yet the yoke of tyranny will not be taken from us
his dominion is the everlasting dominion that shall not pass away
a dominion that shall not be destroyed
for he yoke is easy & burden is light
never relent to ever give up on the fight
Jesus