Love on the Cross!

 Love on the Cross

A drop of blood trickled from the forehead,
Image blurring in the colour of blood,
A sense of numbness growing in the hands,
Where blood had been opened by cruel hands,
The hand that healed and did good is held by two nails.

The breath is becoming shallow every second,
Hanging from his hands the movement of his body-
A pain, The bare body touching the cold wood,
A sting of pain when his skin is peeled by the rough wood,
The breath of the Holy one which said nothing but God's word.

Come down from the tree says the mockers,
Nails holding down his heels yet looking down,
He asks Almighty God to forgive them,
With pain all over his body He speaks with slow pain,
The heels that searched for the lost lambs of Israel.

The cruel cross holding the Holy One to his death,
The whole creation struggles to avoid the scene,
Except for man who is a rebel yet for him,
He sent His only begotten Son as a sacrifice,
To make man understand that God is his Father.