Atonement Poem

 
When they left the upper room it was late,
walking with their leader from their first estate.
 
The apostles followed the Lord to the Mount,
only eleven apostles of the twelve was the count.
 
Judas Iscariot was not in accord,
his heart set on riches and not on his Lord.
 
Once they reached Gethsemane's gate,
the Lord asked eight of them to wait.
 
"But Peter, James, and John," said He,
"Come and walk with me."
 
The Savior then felt sore amazed
(that is, according to Mark it is phrased).
 
The sorrow and weight on his shoulders increased,
but the love from His Father in Heaven never ceased.
 
He told the three to watch and pray,
then knelt alone a stone's cast away.
 
But moments later He fell on His face,
pain increasing at a rapid pace.
 
The Savior then began to pray,
"Wilt Thou find another way . . .
 
Thou hast all glory and power,
remove the bitter cup from Me this hour . . .
 
But Thou art My Father; I am Thy Son.
Not My will, but Thine be done.”
 
Then came the Savior to the three,
"  ́Sleeping . . .’ Why could ye not watch with Me . . .
 
Do not submit; be earnest and meek.
The spirit is ready, but the flesh is weak.”
 
Again He went in mighty prayer,
“All this agony, I can hardly bear . . .
 
If this cup won’t pass from Me,
unless I drink— I’ll drink freely.”
 
Returning for the second time,
their will, with His, did not align.
 
Their eyes were heavy late that night,
yet Jesus woke them without a fight.
 
They were embarrassed and ashamed,
so much they wist not what to say.
 
A third time He went to continue His prayer,
all the sins of the world to wear.
 
An angel came to strengthen Him,
but not even that could make the pain dim.
 
As He prayed, His apostles found,
His blood flowed like sweat to the ground.
 
This is why John said,
When Christ returns, He will wear red.
 
An extrusion of blood from every pore,
a spiritual agony only God could endure.
 
When for the last time, Jesus came back,
but His friends, His brothers, continued to nap.
 
“Sleep on now and take your rest . . .
For at hand is the Son of Man’s arrest.”
 
There was no purpose to watch as before,
the torches in the distance weren’t so distant anymore.
 
The betrayer arrived; he was right on que.
“Watch for the token,” he advised to his crew.
 
The sign was given. Christ asked not amiss,
“Judas, betrayest thou the Son of Man with a kiss?”
 
Arrested, and later condemned by their boss,
He suffered further, and then died on the cross.
 
But three days later, He rose from the grave,
His tomb was nothing but an empty cave.
 
Resurrected, alive again,
no more to hunger or thirst as men.
 
His disciples, into His tomb, they peered,
shocked to see His body disappeared.

He was the first to resurrect,
He “became the first fruits of them that slept.” 

His ministry was not quite over yet,
even though He’d already paid our debt.
 
Some final lessons He had yet to teach,
faith, believing, and feeding His sheep.
 
He now lives in glory on high,
never again to suffer and die.
 
The marks on His body remind Him of you,
he died for everyone, not just a few.
 
No mortal man however big or small,
Could’ve suffered as He did – the most powerful of all.
 
He knows all our sickness, weakness and pain,
He did it for us without personal gain.
 
He shields us from the fiery darts,
He is the Mender of broken hearts.
 
His persistent love may go unrequited,
Choose Him, then in Heaven you’ll be reunited.
 
His love and grace gives us strength to withstand,
the trials which help our faith to expand.
 
He overcame both sin and death,
I owe to Him my every breath.
 
His vicarious gift to all,
saves us from the effects of the fall.
 
The lame will walk, the blind will see,
He comforts those that stand in need.
 
He helps us all improve each day,
Forever in debt to Him, I say,
 
"God be thanked for Jesus Christ,
and all that He has sacrificed."



I love the Lord, Jesus Christ.  His words give me faith. His teachings give me hope. They are my Manna from Heaven.