Thursday, May 12, 2022

"Glorious Suffering" - A Poem by Katie Mead

Glorious Suffering

Son of Man, Lamb of God,

did you despise that Thursday night?

Did the cup’s bitter taste

tell the secrets You wished weren’t true?

Did it whisper of all things to come undone,

unraveled within

Your earthly eternity?

For not Your will but His was done.

You told of Your soulful sorrow

that begged of the cup to pass,

but You received a scarlet robe,

a crown of thorns,

as the power of darkness mocked and beat.

You walked into the hands of those

who accused such perfect innocence

to release the guilty man

whose heart and soul

and bloody hands

resemble so closely what used to be mine.

Mysteriously, Your work

of the life I refused to live

receives the payment in full

of what I chose instead;

for You loved me in mercy first

so that in justice I trust your death

to be gifted with such eternal life

and imparted with true righteousness

from Your meritorious splendor.

You did not save Yourself,

instead yielding up Your spirit

for the earth to quake and the rocks to split

as such evil believed its victory.

The voices that shouted to crucify,

some familiar when they shouted “Messiah,”

so insistent now upon Your death,

demanding the defeat of the Savior.

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