
Arrested in the Garden of Gethsemane,
You could have called on heaven’s armies;
yet You allowed them to take You captive.
Falsely accused in a mockery of a trial,
You could have denied who You were;
yet You convicted Yourself.
Physically and emotionally abused,
You could have struck down Your tormenters;
yet You remained silent and turned the other cheek.
On the way to the cross,
You could have thought only of Yourself;
yet You spoke with compassion to Jerusalem’s daughters.
Nailed to the cross and spit upon by the crowd,
You could have cursed Your enemies;
instead You prayed, “Father, forgive them.”
Taunted to “come down from the cross!”
You could have done exactly that;
yet You chose to suffer and die
that I might have the choice to live in You.
Marlene Bagnull
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