They led Him away bound with chains,
To the mob gathered by the High Priest,
The ones who the very night before,
Celebrated the Passover feast.
He faced off against His accusers alone,
For His friends had forsaken and fled,
The High Priest deemed Him deserving of death,
Long before any words had been said.
The leaders thought they were in control,
That by killing Christ they would soon win,
Blind to the fact that they were on trial,
And that they were condemned in their sin.
They angrily questioned Him and accused,
Claiming blasphemy, treason and lies,
While He spoke not a word to defend Himself,
For He knew He was pure in God’s eyes.
They cried out, “Are You the Son of God?”
Jesus said, “You say rightly I am.”
By those words He sealed His destiny,
Of becoming God’s sacrifice Lamb.
The God who created all mankind,
Chose to lay down His life to atone,
And endured the penalty for our sin,
So that we would not face death alone.
A Christian poem by: Mark Tinjum — March 07, 2008