My friend on the cross
For God so loved the word that he gave us his only Son,
That he might die on the cross so that our sins are forgiven.
Human as we are,
Consumed in our loftiness of stife and worldly heaven.
What sins we’d ask?
Blinded to our pride, arrogance, greed, sloth and lust.
For in all awareness and gentle humility,
We look to the depths of our soul, resound our fraility,
Looking to heavens I ask, who am I to live such a life of Grace and Love?
I sit and am often dumbfounded at who God is. This one Man, the only Son of God, hanging on the cross. Who should ever be nailed to such injustice? Not me not you, never.
Allow me a journey down the road of Good Friday. I’m uncomfortable in my seat, frowning eyebrows and a deep melancholy lingering in my heart. Why did I choose to revisit this day? Painful as it is, It reminds me of the Love that Jesus gave.
When he chose to die for me, for you. In exchange for my sins, our sins. That I may be forgiven, we might all be forgiven.
God made him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God - 2 Corinthians 5:21
Paradoxical, a God, a King, my friend on the cross. If I am made in the image and likeness of God, then you are too.
It’s like me seeing my friend on the cross. How can I reconcile such injustice and pain that my friend should be subjected to? It’s like seeing you on the cross.