In a panicked, desperate state

 From the crowd I shouted, “Why?”

The priests said, “Crucify Him”

Officials yelled the same reply!

In my somberness I questioned,

“God, how can this be?”

I felt great surging pain within

Like a fire consuming me!

I begged, “Don’t let them kill my Son

In this God forsaken place!”

The guards have stripped and scourged Him

They now spit upon His face!

They try to steal His dignity

With their searing, ruthless scorn;

And pierce His tender head

With a twisted crown of thorns

A purple robe was tossed on Him

More taunting then ensues;

They try to make a fool of Him

Yelling, “Hail, King of the Jews!”

 “Have mercy now!  Please let Him go!

Let me hold Him in my arms;

Let me hide Him from this brutal place

That brings Yeshua harm!

Abba, please come quickly now

Reveal Your mighty hand;

Stop these foolish people

For they do not understand!

Blood is flowing down His brow;

My body shakes in fear;

Why is this world unjustly cruel

to a gentle man, so dear?

I’m caught up in the frenzy

Down this dirty, wretched path;

Tainted with the wickedness

Of evil, human wrath

So weary on this cursed road

That robs men of his breath;

This endless, rising hill I trudge

Leads to a place of death!

I look beyond the cross right now

My heavy eyes can see;

Herod’s ruthless, armored men

  Stand in authority?

How could they be so confident?

As they await my Son, adored?

Do they know the One they’ll crucify

Is the chosen One, the Lord?

They cast His body to the ground

Is this the Father’s Plan?

They hammer rusty nails

Through his tender feet and hands!

 I hear the whaling of His voice

In my sinking sense of loss;

They raise Him from the ground

My flesh and blood hangs from a cross!

Everything grows quiet

Had the powers of Hell now won?

 Was Satan whispering in the ears

Of those who mock my Son?

  My knees give way and I collapse

As my Son is being slain;

I cry out to the heavens,

“God, from this, what will they gain?”

 A beloved one stood by my side

Through endless misery;

Then Yeshua said some gentle words

To comfort John and me

And then I heard his desperate voice

Cry out begrudgingly,

He said, “Eloi, Eloi, Lama Sabachthami!”

The world did not deserve such love

As I looked at His lifeless face;

Yeshua sacrificed it all

In the perfect moment of grace!

The Earth began to tremble

As if to bring the world great scorn;

And then my ears beheld the sound

Of a curtain being torn!

In the midst of mass confusion

Many faces froze in fear;

The Holy Spirit reminded me

That the Kingdom of God was near!

As the Mother of the Son of God

I acknowledge the Father’s will;

And stand in awe of what’s been done;

Prophecy is fulfilled!

Leslie Ann Rummel