Royal Blood Shed — A Good Friday Poem

As Your blood flowed through Your human pores
You endured it in order to make us Yours
As the crown of thorns punctured Your regal head
For our sin Your royal blood flowed crimson red
As cold steel pierced sinless flesh and bone
You endured it so we would not face death alone
As Your tongue was in torment in agonized thirst
Your silence freed sinners living under the curse
As You gazed at the crowd who mocked at Your state
You showed love and compassion — not malice or hate
As the enemy trembled when You drew Your last breath
Your life-giving blood saved lost sinners from death.

A Christian poem by:  Mark Tinjum — April, 2015