Rising, the four sides tremble at the sight
Of Him. The weight of the cross pounding like
A thousand hammers against Him. He might
Resist, but splinters shoot out of my sight.
The strength of this man is unfailing, but
Falls under the weight of His promise that
Forces the world to stop. His side was cut.
Standing, the body is lying there flat.
His back against that wicked tree, as it
Cries out to God. The blasphemy from cleft*
Tongues shoot out their words that put their acquit*
Savior to death in their place. Yet He heft*
His teeth, only to say it was bedim*
For them, the very people said, "Kill Him!"
*Cleft: split, divided, or partially divided in two
*Acquit: to pronounce not guilty of criminal charges
*Heft: weight; heaviness, to have a given weight
*Bedim: to make obscure or unclear; to make difficult to perceive by sight
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There is hope
PoetryHi! My name is Leslie! These poems are based off of my life experiences, and my perspectives on certain topics; some were also high school assignments. These are some poems that I wrote, I hope that you like them. I don't add them very often, but wh...
