Last year during Holy Week, IFA shared the following poem, written by IFA Contributing Writer Keith Guinta. We share it again this year. We wish to encourage our reader-intercessors to reflect afresh on the love and tender mercies of God through the Good Friday sufferings of our Lord Jesus Christ for us. Be blessed this Holy Week. — IFA

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

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In addition to being an IFA contributing writer, Keith Guinta writes on his blog, The Wine Patch. Photo Credit: Didgeman/pixabay via Canva Pro