Works by a Poet and Psalmist

'PASSION PLAY'

  

By Gene Johnson

Passover 2006

John 3:16&17

To the natural eye and mind when Jesus breathed His last breath and gave up the ghost on the cross it must have seemed very much that He died in vain. Even in the hearts of His own closest friends and followers they must have felt this way, for they ran and hid like common criminals. I'm sure they thought that they were next to be accused for being His associates.

Oh the marvel and wonder of the great plan of God! Even Satan thought he had won I'm sure.

Ah but on the third day...

+++THE PASSION+++

THEY DRAGGED HIM DOWN

BEFORE THE CROWD

AND FORCED ON HIM

A CROSS

HE WALKED THE WAY

THE DELA-ROSA

THE CROWN OF PAIN

AND LOSS

THEY MOCKED

AND SPURNED

AND DROVE HIM

LIKE A DOG

THE BLOOD BLINDING

HIS EYES

AND ON A HILL

CALLED CALVARY

HE GAVE UP HIS LAST SIGH

THEY NAILED HIS HANDS

THEY NAILED HIS FEET

THEY BEAT HIM

BLACK AND BLUE

THEY RIPPED HIS FLESH

THEY TORE HIS BACK

HE DID IT FOR ME AND YOU

THE BLOOD FLOWED DOWN

FROM THAT HARSH WOOD

AND MINGLED WITH THE SAND

AND EVEN NOW IT COVERS US

AND CLEANSES EVERY LAND

THE SKY GREW BLACK

THE EARTH IT SHOOK

HE CRIED OUT FINALLY

ABBA,  FATHER

MY GOD, MY LOVE

WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME!

AND GODS GREAT FACE

IT TURNED AWAY

A HOLY GOD

SPURNING SIN

HE PLACED UPON HIS ONLY SON

THE GUILT OF WICKED MEN

THE DEVIL THOUGHT

IN THAT BLEAK HOUR

THAT HE HAD FINALLY WON

BUT EASTER MORNING

HE AROSE...

AND A NEW WORLD, WAS BEGUN.

GENE JOHNSON (COPYRIGHT 2006)