Verse and Artwork by Rev’d Paul Collings
Jesus Dies
John 19:28-37
Matthew 27:50 And when Jesus had cried out again in a loud voice, he gave up his spirit.
How can it be finished?
This can’t be the end.
He spoke of such promise
This Jesus, my friend.
I really denied him
Said I did no know
This Nazarene Rabbi
Is dying, but how?
He once asked the question
Who am I to you?
The Christ, the one chosen,
This was then my view.
But now, it is finished,
How can I go on.
He’s dead and defeated
Did I get it wrong?
Read John 19:38-40
Psalm 22:14 am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint. My heart has turned to wax; it has melted within me. 15 My mouth[a] is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth; you lay me in the dust of death.
That sacred body, that humble form,
Loved by so many, by others scorned.
Hangs there so helpless, each heartbeat warns.
They take his body from the cross
Anoint and wrap in linen clothe
And so prepare a place, repose
The funeral cortège, soldier guards
Wends to the garden’s dark graveyard.
The day is over a day so hard.
Lord, when I walk a darkened road
Or struggle ‘neath a heavy Load
Help me recall the truth you told.
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