Author: peterjang73

Portrait of Christ

Part II

New Morning
And a New Day
That teased the hearts of the Ladies
For hope.

The Birds sang of Unprecedented Miracle.
Angels spoke of Resurrection.
In front of an
Empty bed,
What once held our Savior
Now shouted with Joy.

Confused women
But full of wonder and delightful shock!
Ran only knowing the only thing they knew how…
To share the joy!

Earthquake was his name;
A LORD’s Messenger,
Quicker than a lightning
So might in power
Proclaiming
The only thing he knew:
Of the LORD’s
Disappearance…
From the wretched tomb.

The sky that once gloomed
With judgment was now
Warming the earth
Giving it nurturing energy.

That Day was different.
The Nature knew that.
Yet, we the foolish
Couldn’t comprehend still
What had happened
Being so limited in heart.

Then appeared He
To the Magdalene
To comfort & strengthen,
Yet the faithless believed not
Her testimony.

Later on the road to Emmaus,
Did He appear to two
Where Jesus shared Scriptures
With them encouraging
And teaching them.

Jesus rebuked Thomas
Who couldn’t see with his heart & faith
Yet, He blessed them.
But He showed love
To Peter to show him
That He still loved him,
And He gave Peter what he needed so much:
A Second Chance.

The once Humiliated and Abandoned Son,
Now full of Glory and Honor,
Spoke only of Peace to His Children
And returned unto rightful Father’s Arms
Telling us to wait for that
Time when He shall
Return for us all…

Portrait of Christ

Part I

Imagine, if you will,
The last few days of Christ.
Before the Crucifixion.

Barabbas released;
Unfair for the fair.
Christ to the Cross, the rotten wood.
To be given the worst death sentence
Of His time.

Thorny crown on His head
Deeply piercing for blood.
Mocked as a “fake”
With a purple robe, made fun of.

Bearing His own heavy tree
To the hills of Golgotha.
Barefoot.  On gravel.  Bleeding.
Sweat dripping down mixed with blood,
Stenching His white clothes.

Crucified on the third hour
With His title over Him.
Spat at.
Ridiculed at.  Insulted.

Loneliness.  In Anguish…
Darkness filled the sky.
So dark that the earth shook.
And at a tremendous rate,
The sins of the Past,
The Present,
And the Future flowed
Vehemently into Him.

But the worst was not over
For God had to abandon Him.
“Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?!”
So He screamed to the Heavens
About to be handed over to
Isolation in Hell.

Yet, they still had to torture Him.
Offered vinegar as a drink to worsen His thirst
To a man who lost one pint too many.

In His pains & sorrow,
He cried out loudly…
It echoed to the eight corners of the Earth.
And…
His head fell.

The tearing of the curtains
Showed the Father’s anger.
The nature brought
Calamity for
It even showed mournful heart.

…And as if that wasn’t enough,
They had to put a spear through Him
To shed only more blood
And split His White clothes
Amongst themselves,
To satisfy their greed beyond their soul.

Humiliation.  in front of everyone.
Torture.  smeared into His pure body.
Mockery.  of disdain and indifference.
Pain.  that was humanly unbearable.
PAIN!  The Father’s Abandonment.
Isolation.  beyond anyone’s Imagination in Hell.
Abandonment.  no longer feeling Father’s Presence…
His Vitality.

Now,
One who was always full of Spirit
Was now full of sin.