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Victory's Walk
by Tabiatha Tallent Bruised and battered, torn and tired He dragged the massive weight. The throng of Jews pressed in and mocked "So this will be His fate." His followers still wept and cried so grieved they could not see, this was the way it had to end; His walk to victory. His humble form too weak to crawl, had fallen to the ground. "Get up", they yelled as whips struck flesh yet He made not a sound As Simon came to bear His load unfettered, He became. Still on He trod with head bowed low He now must share His shame. The two now led the vicious crowd up to Golgotha's hill, He fought against His body's pain to do His Father's will. A few more steps and He must face that grueling, daunting task He hears the laughter of the men "this day will be His last" Upon the mount His walking stops the soldiers He must face. The hamm'ring starts, the cries are heard as nails are beat in place His eyes looked out upon the crowd; He knew what He must do. His words rang clear, Father forgive they know not what they do. With one last breath, He watched the sky turn to the dark of night; He'd done what He had come to do a humble sacrifice. What you do now accept, or not decision must be made. Salvation is for one and all, the price already paid Tabiatha Tallent is a Pastor's wife who enjoys writing articles that uplift and encourage others. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |