The Humble Sacrifice

By Danielle Pajak

(Thank you Danielle - this is a blessing if it is true in your life)

A kiss was given in Gethsemane

To mark the night of the holy bane.

A hundred heavenly hosts could have come to His call

But He had come to silently bear it all.

Silent like a lamb before the law

Even when the hands were washed of it all.

Docile He stood before the angry crowd

Even when the shout was "Barabus!" clear and loud.

They crowned Him king with a wreath of thorn

Then they mocked Him in an ugly scorn.

Blood and spit mingled on His face

Yet His heart stayed its steady pace.

His back was flogged with claws of pain

The crowd laughed on without any shame.

In silent, white agony the cross He bore

A blood soaked garment was all He wore.

Onto the cross they put the Son

Nailing His feet and hands one by one.

The pain echoed with every pounding ring

Everytime He flinched at each heavy swing.

Words of torment He spoke to God alone

As each breath He took bore pain in skin and bone.

Weeping women at the foot of the cross

Mourning over what seemed to be an unjustified loss.

Yet it had to be this painful way

So that His blood could wash all our sins away.

It was Creator who forsook Creator

So that to us could be opened God's heavenly door.

And so at that stormy hour He became full of inquity

So that God could not look upon God without enmity.

The Light of the World had been distinguished

So the lights of the world for three hours diminished

Through all this our Savior was meek

Even when His spirit and strength was weak.

He so willing gave up His life

Even when the hour came full of torment and strife.

Though for us He did not merely just die

It was a complete abandon of the God most high.

This was done for you and me

So that from this very same punishment we could be free.

They we were looking for a King to make the heavens rumble,

Who would ever thought He would be so meek and humble?

Could we have born this humble sacrifice?

No, we would have fled from this terrible price.

However, in all we are and in all we do

It should be to the silent suffering of Jesus we look to.

We should find joy in suffering's sting

For we will always be under God's steady wing.

Pleasure and sweet sorrow we should find in misery

For He bore so much more for us in painful tranquility.

So always remember how much sin is in its deadly price,

Always remember that simple, humble sacrifice.