Unimaginable glory laid aside,
Human flesh and vulnerability donned,
The Creator among His creation.
Submission to earthly parents.
Leaving when the time came.
Appearing to be baptized of John.
Driven into the wilderness.
40 days of fasting.
Tempted throughout –
“If you are the Son of God, do.”
“Worship me and I will give.”
Responding with the Word.
Saying only His words,
Doing only His works.
Rejection by those He came to save.
Friend of tax collectors and other sinners.
Threatened with death.
Wrestling in Gethsemane,
Capillaries bursting under the strain.
Wrestling with what had to be done to redeem us –
“If it is possible, let this cup pass”
“Your will, not Mine.”
Knowing completely all that would happen,
But face set as a flint.
The kiss of betrayal.
Outcome long determined.
Crown of thorns.
Beaten beyond recognition.
Body marred more than any other man.
Carrying His cross up Golgotha’s hill.
Simon of Cyrene conscripted.
The agony of breathing.
The mocking taunts of those who passed by:
“Come down from the cross if you are the Son of God.”
The mocking of the justly condemned thief,
“Save yourself and us.”
The anguish of feeling forsaken.
Letting go of the relationship with the one who bore Him –
“Woman, behold your son.”
“Behold your mother.”
Praying for forgiveness for the mockers,
For those crucifying Him.
“It is finished.”
And the releasing, the yielding of His spirit.
Redemption was free…for the redeemed.
Beyond any human’s ability to pay, for the Redeemer.
*Originally published on fitlyspoken.