Behold the Lambs humilitywith mockers at His feetWith bruise and spittle on His faceHis suffering near completeBehold His quiet dignityas men did laugh and scornAs blood filled eyes the shame despisedbeneath the crown of thornBehold the Lambs meekness displayedin silence at the rodAs blow by blow each stroke did knowwas all the will of GodBehold what majesty withstoodsuch cruelty from menThe silent intercessor groanedto pardon them from sinBehold the Lamb silent and stillwhile men His skin did flayLaid down His life through yielded-nessGods glory to displayBehold Him stand before the crowdrejected by His ownOnce hailed as King by multitudesnow loved by God aloneBehold the Lamb No! More than see! this nature I must knowTo see alone a curse would beif only for a showWith tear filled eyes myself despiseand all for Thee would giveTo share Your nature, taste Your powerand in Your grace to livemakrothumia
_________________Alan and Dina Martin
This is so wonderful. The cross, the pain, the shame, for me. Wonderful Lover on calvary. I thank thee.
_________________KLC
Makrothumia,In all sincerity, this is an excellent poem in both spiritual depth and artistic merit. It is as affecting to me as any I've ever read. What a blessing!MIke
_________________Mike Compton
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_________________David Benoit