Picture This

 
April 11, 2012 at 2:13pm
Poem from a video in our church. Easter, 2012.

By John Goode.
The sins that we’ve all committed are the direct cause of the pain that was inflicted on Jesus cos he saw the consequences of our flaws and actions
And decided to take the awful lashes in our stead
So that night you left the club so messed up that you ignored your God and the danger
invited a stranger into your body and your bed.
Your actions were the lashes that stripped the flesh from Christ’s legs
And those late night fights that led you to lift your fists against your wife until
She whispered, whimpered and begged for you to stop
But you would not until you knocked some sense into her head
Got Christ ripped across his back until the skin blistered, ripped and bled

And when you said congrats to your coworker on her promotion, but tore her down behind her back because you envied what she had
You added the lunges, punches and jabs that split Christs upper lip.
The upper cuts from the soldiers as they kicked the savior in his ribs
He endures the crown of thorns for every time you watch porn
He takes up the cross for your every transgression in the dock
He went to Calvary for the sins of you and me,
for the senseless whims that we believe are victimless crimes,
but please believe the victim is Christ.

And I hope you see that every time you deceive a company with your embezzlement schemes, a nail goes through his right hand, right then, and he screams.
And every time you plot to meet your mistress and cheat on the Mrs, you can hear him yell as the nail punctures the precious flesh of his feet and he screams for no more.

He implores us to cease, but we ignore his plea’s and find ourselves on these streets
Searching for more than we need, gluttony, envy and greed
And indeed you cant see the man that cant stand up with his hand out looking for a hand up, and the irony is Christ is screaming He is Me.
And a nail goes through his left hand because we left him to die hungry on these streets

And on that fateful morning when the Cross finally stands and come to rest
When his knees quake in the wake, and there’s a pounding in his chest
After everything we just put Christ through for the sins of me and you
He looks to the heavens and says,
Father please forgive them for they know not what they do

But we do in fact, and daily we nail Christ to the cross.
Now can you picture that.