By Sharon Curtis
From the splintered cross they took Him
Removed the thorns and nails
They laid His body on the ground
As the world around me pales.
As I looked upon His battered form
I took Him in my arms
As I had done so long ago
On the day that He was born.
My endless tears break forth again
These never ending streams
As I gently lay a kiss once more
Upon my Son, Saviour and King.
Your blood mixes with my tears
Brings stains upon my clothes
From deep within my breaking heart
A cry bursts from my soul.
“My Son, My Son, how can this be?
How can this be Your end?”
King of love, King of peace!
This I cannot comprehend.
We take You to the tomb
So dark and so alone
I cannot bear to leave You here
As they roll across the stone.
I walk away so slowly
My body weighed with grief
I look down and see the blood stains
My mind filled with disbelief.
The dark of night surrounds me
Like the darkness in my soul
If I sleep I’ll see You in my dreams
When awake ~ none can console.
About the Author:
I live in the Northern Territory of Australia. I have 4 adult children. My husband is a mango farmer. I have been a Christian since I was 11 years old and just love to write poems about my Saviour.