FREEDOM THROUGH CHRIST by Camilla Luyai

in Poems By Mccuon on 27 May 2024

He wasn't crucified on a fancy cross

That old raggedy wooden cross wasn't even befitting to hold a carpenter's son

His body bore a burden, a portion twice his size

But there He hung

Held on by His love for us

By His love for all

A sword pierced through His sides

He felt every nail,every whiplash,every ribcrack

Humiliated and stripped,His robes confiscated

But He swallowed the pain and anguish

He took on stripes for our black, black sins

All that red from bleeding

Turned Him white on the cross

But that was just Him

Crossing us from darkness into light

No zebra crossing could ever

Its the audacity for me!

See, for 72 hours He laid in that tomb

For 72 hours the earth felt His doom

But He did not stay there

His strength did not fade there

His love did not end there

His peace was displayed there

His power was felt there

There was no bones decayed there

72 hours and He left an empty tomb

And ate death up like barbecue

Showed up on the gates of hell and was like."knock knock, guess who's here"

Sent to hell the keys of hell

Now my saviour is alive and well

In His presence forever I will dwell

It doesn't matter the age,gender,race or net worth

Only that you and I have been made free

Freedom through Christ indeed!

~millah