The Great Trial

Taken, in nights stillness, after a prayer he had spoke, To be tried for the wrongful he not commit, The jury laughed and ridiculed, to them he was a joke

The Great Trial
By: Adam M. Snow

 

Taken in nights stillness, after a prayer he had spoke,
To be tried for the wrongs he did not commit,
The jury laughed and ridiculed, to them he was a joke,
They let a guilty free, for him, death befit.
His punishment was great and brutal,
Whip was lain lashing, flesh was torn,
In agony he suffered, relief futile,
His fate sealed, the day he was born.
Given a crown of many thorns upon his head,
And a cross he must carry to Calvary peak,
The crowds they spat as Jesus bled,
To his knees he fell; cold and weak.
Another came to carry the cross,
Head down avoiding the hail of stones
The angry inflamed crowd would toss.
On and on Jesus dragged his bones.
On Calvary hill the crowd does wait,
His wounds too many to be counted,
Three driven nails will seal his fate,
Upon the cross he was mounted.
The thunder rolls; a lightning flash.
"Forgive them Father," his last breath.
His side is pierced and soldiers lash,
Blood no longer red; marks his death.
Three trimesters of morn, noon and night,
He settled in an earthly womb.
But his spirit was brilliant with light,
When they opened the door to his tomb.

 

The word went forth “Christ lives!”
“Salvation his sweet spilt blood gives!”

Reviews

[Rose Masen]

This was so amazing. You captured such an intense, saddening, vivid moment in time. An amazing job. Truly, you have a way with words.... God Bless You

[luke312]

Nice Flow. Good imagery. It's a good spine on an old tale.

[Coyote Poetry]

A complete story of a sad ending to a good man life. And a strong and positive ending. His death allow us to be forgiven and have the possibility of good afterlife. A outstanding poem.
Coyote