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The Agony Of Christ

His suffering was real; It didn't happen in the dreamworld

On his shoulders he carried the weight of the world

His efforts were targeted at relieving the sinner's plight

A day before his arrest he had a sleepless night
He sweated profusely in the Garden of Gethsemane
Limitless was his olfactory and visual membrane
As he watched his incoming agony like a monumental fountain

His burden heaped like a mountain
As he envisaged his excruciating pain without harmony

His spirit tore in agony
The task ahead was more dreadful than flood
His sweat glands emitted red drops of blood
As the whips cut his flesh
His skin formed an intricated mesh
Our saviour wanted to break down social barriers
Hence was tortured by the Roman soldiers
The punishment was too heavy
He had lacerations all over his body
When his judgement was read
A crown of thorns was forced into his head
When his body was brutally bruised
His wailing mother became confused
As the hours decreased
His excruciating pain increased
He had not eaten for hours
Yet he was determined to build our salvation towers

His tears formed a stream
As he carried the wooden beam
When the median nerves of his palms and feet were nailed on the cross

His accusers felt no remorse
They made his life more wretched
When he was stripped and hanged naked
Houseflies fed on his wounds
As his teasers heaped like mounds
Breathing became difficult for him every moment
As he continued to suffer maltreatment
When Longinus pierced his side with a sword
A burning pain traversed from his arm into his spinal cord

The death of Christ made us a holy Nation
Because he died for our salvation.

by Nana Ama Asantewaa Kwarkoh

 Posted by: Nana Ama Asantewaa Kwarkoh

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