Holy Week comprises possibly the most important few days in the entire Church calendar, from Passover on Thursday, to Good Friday, and through Resurrection Sunday. We do well to meditate on the passion of Christ and to ask the Lord to speak to us. We share this poem by an IFA contributing writer, and we ask you to share. Have you written a poem, a prayer, or a song in response to the sacrifice of Jesus? Please share in the comments.

To think upon His sacrifice

Is far too great for me

His blood for sin it shall suffice

Is dried upon the tree

The pain, the grief, the naked shame

The price I can not pay

He bled, He cried, His strength had waned

I carry on my way

His soul distressed, thrown to the ground

The face of glory weeps

Within the gate I hear the sounds

And drift off back to sleep

His bruises swell, His bones collapse

I freely breathe with ease

His warring angels yet dispatched

My heart won’t bend a knee

Without defense His open palm

No marks until the nail

My hand is clenched and wrapped upon

From deep within the jail

He dragged that cross to His own grave

The place I will not go

The Father’s Son had died to save

No tears of mine will flow

To think upon His sacrifice

Is far too great for me

His blood for sin it shall suffice

Is dried upon the tree

By Keith Guinta, The Wine Press and IFA Contributing Writer.

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