A hoarse voice cries out, Eloi, Eloi, lamasabachtani?Can anyone plumb that wall of suffering?When wrath pressed upon that cursed tree,weight suffocating his bludgeoned body,but even more the Father’s rage,the hell I deserved, the price for my wage.
As I gaze the dark sky of Calvary,grateful tears welling up uncontrollably.Then, I consider my own contribution,my only response, disgusted revulsion. Against you, you only have I sinned.But, even this awareness, sin refuses to bend.
Is there any hope left for a sinner like me? Yes, the answer is still Jesus at Calvary!My only hope, God’s persistence with me,power flows down to kill idolatry.Spirit versus flesh, I rip the entangled web,No more bondage or shackles, redeemed by thethorns on his head!