As the reality of the path He was called to climb bore down increasingly on His heart, His flesh and mind, Jesus brought His closest friends to the familiar garden grove.
But this night, everything was different.
Dialogue of Agony
Yeshua : “Father!…FA-THER!…ABBA…
Some. other. way.
ANY other way.
Why?
Why this way?
Why only this way?
The excruciation of the Cross?
My God, My God,
Why will You forsake Me?
I have never known a second without Your love,
And now
At this hour
In My greatest need
You will turn Your back on Me?
I Am Your Beloved
from all eternity,
I have never sinned,
I have never disappointed You,
I have never turned My back on You! “
Father God: “My Son, You still are
And will always be,
My Beloved.
But this is the purpose for which You were born
You will need to become
The curse
For all humanity’s sin.
And when My back
is completely turned away
and all You feel
is My wrath,
Know that My own heart will be breaking too.
I will hear Your cries
and I will not be able to answer You.
I will see You, My Precious Son,
being whipped
and spit at in Your face.
I will hear their jeers and vile words
the pounding of the nails,
Your shrieks of agony,
and I will have to restrain Myself
from swooping in and saving You.
I will smell the blood
flowing out of Your precious body,
I will feel
each. excruciating. breath. You. gasp. for.
I will see the shame
of Your
nakedness
And every bit of it
will shatter My heart.
I will fill with righteous anger
as they pour their hatred out on You,
O Son of My love,
But it is You
that I will abandon
and inflict My wrath upon
O My spotless Son.
It will be
the greatest act of injustice
ever!
The punishment incurred by
The hate of Your betrayer,
the mocking blood-thirsty crowds,
those who condemn You without cause,
Your crucifiers
The punishment that even Your closest followers,
Your earthly mother and father,
That all humanity
Of all ages deserves,
All. of. that.
I will thrust
on You.
You Who alone have kept
every one of My commands
with a pure and perfect heart,
You, my Son,
will be
their Passover Lamb.
The Righteous
slaughtered for the unrighteous,
to bring sinners
back to Us
If there could have been
any. other. way. My Son,
I would have rescued You from all of this.
I can only promise that
You will see the results
of the travail of Your soul,
And You…and I…
Will. be. satisfied.
For every one of those
who repent and believe
will be with us
Now and
Forever!”
Yeshua: (His sweat falling to the ground as drops of blood)
“My Father,
if it is not possible
for this cup
to be taken away unless I drink it,
then
not My will
but Yours
be done.”
Karen DiProspero
3 responses to “Holy Thursday”
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Karen: you have such understanding and depth of the Bible’s verses and passages. Your poem is for eternity. With love and thank you for sharing about this sacred time.
I am forever indebted to the Lord Jesus Christ for climbing down into my pit of sin, taking it upon Himself, suffering His Father’s righteous wrath for what I have done…so that by His blood payment, I could be completely made clean and by trusting in Him, be born anew into His family, as His own beloved daughter.
All I did was come to realize I wasn’t holy like God is holy…that I desperately needed His spotless Son’s death as the Perfect Sacrifice for my sins.
I asked Him to come into my heart and be my Savior and just as He promised, He did. I owe Him everything.
Thank you for always being so kind, so encouraging, dear Lynn ♥️ So many times, when I have needed it, your faithful friendship has touched my heart.
Thank you, dear friend. Blessed Good Friday ✝️🩸☝🏼