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They
spit upon His meekness,
And
struck Him in the face.
Their
floggers swung with hatred;
They
stripped Him in disgrace.
Deep
worked the Roman anger
That
tortured Him, a Jew;
Yet
this His contemplation:
“They
know not what they do.”
His
people cheered “Hosanna,”
Then
had Him crucified.
They
freed corrupt Barabbas;
To
sentence Him, they lied.
He
hung outside their city,
Where
leaders mocked Him too;
Yet
this, the hurt He carried:
“I
would have gathered you.”
No
angels came to help Him
When
Heaven on Him fell.
The
Devil tried to reach Him
Through
ev’ry lie in hell.
Unthinkable
the anguish
As
Father crushed the Son,
Yet
this His firm conviction:
“Thy
will, not mine, be done.”
No
selfishness, no hatred,
No
spitefulness was there.
No
unbelief, no cursing,
No
pity from despair.
One
sinful thought; one failure,
And
Love would not succeed.
The
ransomed souls of hist’ry
Must
His perfection plead.
If
He had faltered even once,
In
flames of hell would men abide.
Then
ponder Christ, and praise at length
The
strength of Him there crucified.
-- K. Hartnett, May 2007
Hey! Nice to see a Christian poet with such good reading taste. A friend pointed me to this poem and I wanted to say I enjoyed it and I wish you were still posting. Serious Christian poets are hard to come by.
A suggestion: Your first stanza has a bit more complicated rhyme scheme than the others, and some enjambment, which really caught my attention and got me reading all the way through the poem. I wish you'd been able to keep that pattern up throughout, since it really heightens the effect.
Posted by: Kyle French | August 05, 2009 at 04:44 AM
I'm grateful for your comments, Kyle, thank you. I hope to be posting more again in the next few months. We've been building a new house, and I completely underestimated how time consuming this would be!
Posted by: Kevin H. | August 05, 2009 at 09:36 PM