One Man

by Ryan Corbi

Used with Permission

One man, kneeling

alone in the night

Blood and sweat mix

outflowing in fright

Kneeling, praying

prone on the grass

“From my lips, Father,

let this cup pass.”

One man, standing

scorned, flogged, and beat

Harsh words still echo

there in the heat

“He is no king,”

he heard them cry

“Give us Barabbas!

and him — CRUCIFY!!”

One man, hanging

dying with thieves

Of the thousands who followed

for him, who grieves?

Friends watch at a distance

afraid to go near

Their whole worlds are shattered

their hearts filled with fear.

One man lived and died

in a rich grave was laid

For His blood was shed

that our debt be paid.

But death could not hold Him

resurrected He stands

To him who is weary

outstretched are His hands

In Christ there is rest

a requiem from strife

To him who believes

He will grant eternal life.

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