I can never in my wildest dreams, imagine what He suffered for me, His control of events, even when He set Spirit free. He died, so you and I could say, 'Blessed by Him, be me' that day.
Who Killed My Lord My God?
By Arley Steinhour 042211
Good Friday, Good Friday, the day we celebrate Jesus' death,
Hanging on the Cross of curse, until He drew last mortal breath.
Tradition say's He died on Friday, upon the Cross of Infamy,
Only the worst of criminals would die, while hung on a tree.
Warning, Temple Priestly types, 'Three days and I'll be back,'
There doesn't seem to be a way, for three to fit a two day crack.
No matter, though, as that's not the reason, I am addressing you,
Many peoples have been accused, of ending His Life so True.
Book of John, in Ten-Eighteen, 'I lay it down myself, my power,'
Lay it down, and take it up again,' Jesus would choose the hour.
Passover Lamb, on Temple Mount, played out the self same role,
A lamb don't have Redemptive power, nor Pascal Sacrifice control.
The Pascal Lamb had played the part of Jesus, since Egyptian Exodus,
But, on that day, so long ago, Jesus hung by choice, for all of us.
No longer would man need a yearling lamb, to cover our mortal Sin,
Jesus died, this Royal once, for man's Eternal Redemption to win.
Redemption isn't automatic, oh no, as there be required activation,
We submit, to be owned by God, and be part of His Family Nation.
Reborn in Jesus, we open our heart, for Holy Spirit's Fiery Baptism,
Belong to God, forever saved, protected from Satan and every 'Ism.'
So, no one killed the 'Son of God,' not Jew, not Roman, not us,
He gave it up to save us, His power, His choice, Our Eternal Plus.