On that dark and gray-clouded day
“What happened, what occurred?” the people asked.
The
stranger in the crowd, “Who is that man?”
The follower
on the rock, “My teacher. What wrong has He done?”
The mother
gasping in heart-pain, “My son. What did He do?”
The solder
standing at cross-beamed timbers, “Surely, He’s who He said.”
Then a lone woman fell on her knees at the base of Life,
looking up in wonder at the greatest miracle ever heard, ever seen
as anguish
crossed his face
as His eyes
looked upward
as His
words rang out true.
And as His blood drops fell before my bent knees, “I knew I was
unworthy to be in His sight.
then anguish
crossed my face as I considered my sin-stain unworthiness
then my
eyes looked upward, and I knew love
then my
tears fell before His feet.
Unworthy though they be,
my tears
dropped one, then two, three and four.
first
around His blood drops,
then increasingly
more
as my heart
broke at my sin
as I looked
on His glory
drops
of pain, aware of my sin
drops
of gratitude, aware of His love
drops
of thanks, aware of my redemption
drops
of love, recognizing this Man as my Savior divine
drops
of Joy, aware of my new story to tell.
Sin-stain. Love-gained. Redemption made Free.
Risen from the grave
Risen from my knees
His story because of my story.
I must tell
of a woman
on her knees weeping into blood drops
of so great
a love given my heart and soul made clean
of His
great love shared for the world to return
Redemption provided
Blood-death given
So all could be cleaned
forgiven
redeemed
made new
To live now and eternally with the God who never gave up on
me.
Blood drops. Tear drops now mingled.
The lone woman now redeemed.
