Grace From Golgotha
- Mar 28
- 1 min read
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;
An overwhelming love no hate could shake.
To the thief he looked with compassionate eyes.
“Today you will join Me in paradise.”
Even while in pain, He offered peace,
A lasting promise that would not cease.
He looked below to Mary and John.
And instructed one another to look upon.
“Behold your son… behold your mother,”
He cared for them, but 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 a human need, 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,”
Then the Lamb who’d been slain made us whole.
Seven phrases – few, yet profound.
No cries of anger. It is grace that is found.
His final breath did not hold blame.
His words of love covered our guilt and our shame.
The Friday Jesus died, we call "good" today.
He could have escaped it, but chose to stay.
With His last words, He served His bride.
Giving all that He had, and then He died.
