By Tanja
Jesus on the cross –
The ninth hour came by, while Jesus was hung on the cross.
From his lips and the depths of His heart He said;
“My God, my God, why have you left me?”
Imagine
The horror
The separation
The pain
He was the Royal Son of God
He had always been one with the Father and Holy Spirit.
Always connected
Always in the loving relation
He was hence,
Obedient to the Father’s will
To die for the sins of the world.
Even the people who were yet to be born
They would know the price He paid for them.
He hung on the cross.
The dark clouds drew near Calvary.
Did He feel like a worm, not a man?
Did He feel like He was not heard, was it clear?
Mocking voices –
Suffocating Him
Insulting Him.
People scorned Him,
They despised Him.
Will God deliver?
He was poured out like water.
His bones were trembling the terror of death.
Hands pierced
Feet pierced
Hanging naked on a tree
Where is the heavenly Father?
Abba?
The Suffering Servant
Who suffered for you and me
To pay the price
To give us eternal life forever.
Jesus.
