Thursday, September 07, 2006

The Day My Saviour Died

Poem for Friday

The Day My Saviour Died

I wonder, what were you doing, on the day my Saviour died?
Were you standing afar off, as He hung there crucified?
Were you cheering with the crowd, as they scorned and mocked at Him?
Or were you kneeling at Jesus’ feet, mourning for your sin?

I wonder, what were you doing, when they whipped and beat my Lord,
When they led Him to the cross, where in death His soul was poured?
When the blood that He was shedding pooled down around your feet,
I wonder, weren’t you curious when He didn’t bow in defeat?

I wonder, what were you doing, when they laid Christ in the tomb?
Were you grieved that His life was over, that it ended all too soon?
Were you overwhelmed and anguished, when they rolled the stone in place,
Or was there a bright spark of hope, a stirring of simple faith?

I wonder, what were you doing, on the day my Saviour rose?
Were you trusting Him or doubting Him? I guess God only knows.
As you recalled God’s promises, and saw His tomb opening,
Was your soul moved in awe when out came the King of Kings?

I know what I was doing, I was jeering with the crowd,
I was standing with the Pharisees, self-righteous and proud.
Then I heard the Gospel, how it was for my sins that Jesus died,
Then stricken and convicted, I turned to the Crucified.

I wonder, what was your response, when you heard Christ died for you?
Did you reject the good news, and close blinded eyes to this view?
Or did you worship Him, when you beheld His pierced hands and side?
I wonder, what were you doing, on the day my Saviour died?

August 28th, 2000
Jerry Bouey

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