Crossroad

Jesus rose up with the dawning that day.
His heart aching, His soul weary and sore;
the time had come for His going away.

He knew who plotted a kiss to betray,
saw too the fate laying waiting before;
Jesus rose up with the dawning that day.

He knelt in the garden alone to pray,
but the cup was His, it would pass no more;
the time had come for His going away.

Soldiers drove Him stumbling along the way,
they nailed Him down, a crown of thorns he wore;
Jesus rose up with the dawning that day.

As he suffered, those watching heard Him pray.
Darkness, Earth shivered, the temple veil tore;
the time had come for His going away.

An angel came to roll the stone away;
now death is defeated forevermore.
Jesus rose up with the dawning that day.
The time had come for His going away.

2 comments

  1. Thank you Sarah. I tried to write this poem 14 years ago, but the repeating lines didn’t work at all and the rest of it wasn’t much better. I finally summoned the will to take it on again early this month and I finally have something I felt was worth posting.

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