Part of this poem comes from a song I wrote with my younger sister years ago. I’ve added to it and changed some of the words, but they are still from the Gospel accounts of Christ’s death. I hope this poem demonstrates that Christ died for us—and for everyone involved in His crucifixion—not because we deserved it but because He loves us with an immeasurable, everlasting love.
The leaders were cunning—
They wanted Him dead.
They tried to find fault
With the words He had said.
They claimed He had blasphemed
And was not God’s Son.
With false accusations,
They twisted what He’d done.
The crowds were convinced—
He could not be their king.
They cried out with anger
So He’d die on a tree.
Their call was an anthem
That sounded aloud.
Without hesitation,
They continued their sound.
The soldiers were brutal—
They mocked His high name.
They beat Him with pleasure
And spat in His face.
They laughed at His anguish
And taunted His pain.
Blind to His power,
They scoffed at His reign.
I was dead in my sin—
I did not take His gift.
I would not accept grace.
I could do without Him.
I realized my fault
Somewhere in the darkness.
I asked for His gift,
Because I was hopeless.
He died for the leaders who claimed He had sinned.
He died for the crowds who called out for His death.
Christ died for the soldiers who laughed in His face.
And He died for me who rejected His plans but cried out for help in the end.
This is where love had its start—
At the foot of the cross.
But on the first day of the week, at early dawn, they came to the tomb bringing the spices which they had prepared. And they found the stone rolled away from the tomb, but when they entered, they did not find the body of the Lord Jesus. While they were perplexed about this, behold, two men suddenly stood near them in dazzling clothing; and as the women were terrified and bowed their faces to the ground, the men said to them, “Why do you seek the living One among the dead? He is not here, but He has [a]risen. Remember how He spoke to you while He was still in Galilee, saying that the Son of Man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men, and be crucified, and the third day rise again.” And they remembered His words, and returned from the tomb and reported all these things to the eleven and to all the rest. (Luke 24:1-9 NASB)
Love had its start at the foot of the cross because that is where God’s plan for our salvation was fully revealed. Three days after Jesus sacrificed Himself on the cross in our place, He rose from the dead. He is now alive and in heaven with the Father.
Our aim this Easter—and every day of the year—should be to spread His love. Even with people who frustrate us. Even with people we don’t know very well. Even with people who reject us, condemn us, and persecute us.
Love does not have its end at the foot of the cross because God’s love for us is everlasting. We must share this everlasting love with others in our words and actions.
Have a wonderful Easter!
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