Last words from, a journey to the cross

Last words reserved from…

A journey to the cross

Last words observed from…

A journey to the cross

Last words are heard from

This journey to the cross

Watch…these…. LAST

Words emerge from, the journey, to the cross

Judas, how rude so crude of you, to join the main oppressors!

Not a lesson learned from the professor, but a confession earned from adolescence

Betrayed Jesus, choosing the suicide, backed into depression

Because….

One man’s affliction is…

Another man’s addiction so...

Jesus was beaten to the nth degree with Satin’s rope!

Battered him, until his skin was yolk

Scattered him, until the sin was broke

But what the Father knew, they didn’t…

 Jesus was the yoke

But they WHIPPED him senselessly

Cause to them, his world; was just their joke…

SKIN TEARING, FLESH FOLDING, BACK BLEEDING, BRAIN MOLDING…PAIN

Still insane, they placed their “thoughtful crown of thorns” on him; which carried uncomforting corruption

On his head, they mocked and turned from him, CRACKING his BACK until eruption!!!

SPLISH…BLOOD SPEWING IN FLOODS…SPLASH…MINDS CLUTTERED IN FEAR…SPLISH…SOULS CAN’T EVEN BUDGE…SPLASH…MALACHUS CAN’T EVEN HEAR CAUSE…

He lost his RIGHT ear in John 18:10, now’s he’s LEFT, with one earring; bearing one form of sin

From within, Jesus was the “pair-a-dice”, in which they gambled away

With men’s frantic ambitions hearts jump, and scramble astray cause…

HIS BLOOD PAVED STREETS…JESUS

THE EARTHLY MIND MEETS JESUS…

FLOGGING HIS FACE BEATS JESUS

…OFF HIS FEET

…JESUS

LEFT TO HOLD ON BY HIS KNEES……JESUS…..

 BURROWS his toes in dirt to escape the inhumane pain

This place without the gentle breeze,

His blood drips without restrain

Jesus was FORCED TO mail the letter, as he hung onto “dear life”

Just imagine death eating at your brain, telling you “it’s alright”

Its all-wrong cause…one can’t even fathom the full pressure of TRAINS, in the form of chains, GRIPPING and MELTING off your wrists

They spit in your FACE; you face your form of pain, on a list

FLOGGING

SMACKING

BEATING

THRASHING

BRUISING

LOSING

BLOOD FROM

SLASHING

By now, your body and brain, may feel as if they’ve been through

So I try to portray, though my writing can’t even describe with what he went through…

 Continue…

You come out wearing a purple robe hearing…

Crucify! Crucify!

The Devil whispers in your ear…

“My my my, it’s time to die”

Pilate pushes you to priests, and temple guards, who can’t decide

Though your body’s extremely weak. Take up your cross. It’s time to die…

In this midday heat you struggle to walk. You stumble. And fall beneath the weight of it

Simon says he was forced to help Jesus.

So he gave up time, but Christ gave up his life and took the fate from this

And you arrive after the…. LAST WHIPPING, SKIN TEARING, BACK BLEEDING, BRAIN MOLDING PAIN, CRACKING BACK, SLPISH-SPLASH, SPLISH-SPLASH, RIGHT, LEFT, HIS BLOOD PAVED STREETS JESUS, THE EARTHLY MIND MEETS JESUS, FLOGGING HIS FACE BEATS JESUS, OFF HIS FEET ONTO HIS KNEES, JESUS BURROWS FORCED TO TRAINS GRIPPING MELTING FACE, FLOGGING, SMACKING, BEATING, THRASHING, BRUISING, LOSING, BLOOD FROM, SLASHING…

The journey may have seemed long, though it has yet to start

You brace yourself at Skull Hill, for what’s about to happen, is bitter and tart…

Still, you taste it…

They push you on your face, as the cross shatters your splintered back

And flip you with disgrace, grabbing your arms, not even a hair on your body holds on to relax.

Everything leaves as they rip you in-to place….

Pulling your hands, engraving their nine-inch nails on you

The high rulers throw dice on your garments, as they release their form of hell; on you

The nails hammered in slowly…

You cringe biting the remains of your teeth…

 Scars stretching from Nazareth, to Damascus

All you hear is words from above, blocking out those from beneath

When they finally raise you up, your whole view is red darkness

You hang on with broken flesh…

Your bones are frail…

So stale, that breadcrumbs could break them

Just then, lies and bacteria seep in…

“You’re not the Son of Man, and you won’t ascend to heaven,” the snake hissed…

But Jesus knew himself, and knew the enemy’s bullet loaded with 9/11…

 Would pass by; had simply just missed

What were these people thinking? What did they plan to pursue?

Luke 23:34 “Father forgive them; for they know not, what they do”

In this, we couldn’t even imagine complete separation from the Father…

As Jesus endured 3 hours of darkness…

He still went farther…

His love for us, is eternal and pure, as he took up this mission

The way he bore and took in pain, was more than repetition

The hyssop branch unto his lips, to fill his deep replenish

He lifts his head in John 20:30, and says, “It is finished”

Last words emerged from…

 The journey, to the cross

These last words were heard from…

This journey, to the cross

You watched and you observed from…

A journey, to the cross

Never let His words, be reserved from…

Your journey…

To the cross