"Sacrifice" by JPS I feel the sting of death rise up in me While - TopicsExpress

"Sacrifice" by JPS I feel the sting of death rise up in me While the World looks on in awe The sweat of my body falls Like a waterfall Of crimson red As I am bound on this tree Once living, now dead My heart beats hard And I’m short of breath As if I ran for miles without rest My hands burn with a piercing throb of pain So deep, it brings me to weep tears like droplets of red rain that stains I feel naked and ashamed But I cast no hatred or blame My desire is to love; to save The lost, the dying, and those enslaved From this dismal world filled with plagues. I cringe at the ongoing torment My body yearns for ointment To cure the stabs and lacerations That inflict my frail frame In this mortal incarceration The irritation slowly drives me insane With no alleviation with my hands bound My ear aches from the mob’s sounds Cursing me to Come Down To prove I am the heir to the crown My heart breaks at their unbelief My soul in anguish as I am forsaken Abandoned by my friends Laughed and scorned at by Satan. Why hast thou deserted me; Stranded; forgotten in this splintered tree? My bones sore, my eyes flooded with blood tears I’m overwhelmed with the world’s fears The sin of every mortal is upon me Weighing down on my aching shoulders Crushing me all over.. But I die for my friends Without doubt or hesitation My death is imperative and inescapable My demise is for love immeasurable For your redemption I relinquish my life For love I offer up My Sacrifice. (Jesus)