Grace From Golgotha

Upon a hill, the sky turned gray,

The world grew still as love gave way.

Nailed and torn, our Savior hung,

Yet grace and mercy were on His tongue.

Our savior’s perfect love was true

.He spoke, “Forgive them, Father,

          They know not what they do.”

A prayer for those who drove the stake—

A love overwhelming no hate could shake.

To the thief he looked with compassionate eyes.

“Today you will join Me in paradise.”

Even in pain, He offered peace,

A lasting promise that would not cease.

He looked below to Mary and John.

His instructed one another to look upon.

“Behold your son… behold your mother,”

He cared for them—then spoke to another.

“My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?”

,Heaven heard his mournful plea.

Then, “I thirst,” He did speak,

To quench humanity’s cry he did seek.

Finally, “It is finished,” strong and clear,

He suffered. He hung. Now the end drew near.

“Father, into Your hands I commit My soul,”

The Lamb who’d been slain, made us whole.

Seven words—so few, yet his words were profound,

There were no cries of wrath, only grace unbound.

His final breaths did not hold blame,

But were filled with love for our guilt and our shame.

On this Friday called Good by us today,

He bore it all, and chose to stay.

His last words were not spoken for self nor pride,

But for the ones whom He stretched out His hands and died.