By Jasmine Kea
I wonder what was going through your mind as your best friends fled, and the grim reaping masses approached.
Were you surprised at all?
Did you know they were coming… like that?
…. Did you know they were leaving, like that.
And…Were you cold? See I read about how JUST before this, you had been prayed with such urgency, agony, that you were sweating blood.
But I just wonder you could feel the chill emanating from Judas’ heart as he knocked on death’s dark door. with a coded greeting and a treasonous kiss. … and then pushed you in.
And WHY? Why didn’t you say anything?
With Just a fraction of a nod… a cough, an almost sneeze,
That man, Pilot. Would’ve set you free.
He was begging for a reason to let you go,
The crowds, they were digging for a reason, to keep you there…
And you, you just stood there and stared…
Did you know that you’d be dying to stay?
And so you accepted a sentence, owned a blame that you could never earn
and cross ridden, walked a red carpet of unfair fame and say with every turn….
If you could do it again, you’d still let them spit at you…
and you ‘d still let them point and cackle
Because for every set of irate eyes You saw another wrist break free from a shackle.
You walked those footsteps to my freedom.
You lost your balance under the weight of my shame.
You exchanged thieving hands for your forgiveness
my inferiority for your perfect name
Guilty or not… there they came
you climbed on to a cross that wasn’t made for you
in your hands took the holes that I deserved
And between to thieves you humbly claimed your place in moral line
While justice was so unjustly served.
And then you took your last breathe
And death prepared to give its sting
But not even death itself could well-prepare
to meet the gaze a love struck king
see when you took your last breath, even creation begged for your return
The ground threw a fit, and the day grew dark because the sun in the sky refused to burn
And even the gaurds who nailed you down, knew that you were comin’ up outta that ground!
And as Judas, drowning in a sea of treacherous guilt, went and made His noose
Your blood was crying out to him HEAVEN IS ABOUT TO BREAK LOOSE!
HANG ON! I’m coming back for you!
I came to make your burdens gone, and transform you until you’re new
Just… hang on
I know you must feel guilty, son.
I know you feel at fault.
But… I didn’t come to save the righteous.
Rather those who don’t do what they ought
See, I didn’t need to prove my rightness,
When I can move with lightness
The weight of the world from off your shoulders
So… let me.
Because when they stripped me of my clothes,
That’s when I painted you red with freedom…
And when I refused that wine,
…it was all to quench your thirst….
And when they put me in that tomb and mary and Martha were serenading,
I was marinating… in VICTORY.
Oh,This is History! One mark that can never be erased
No matter how severely beaten, no matter how brutally debased
No height or depth can ever again keep you from my face.
My son, my daughter, my love…
Welcome to the reign of grace.
Where the lost get found, and bound get free
Not even a cross can keep me from redeeming thieves
Where the hurt find healing
And the tired find rest
And those who feel lowly, finally realize, I only make the best
Where truth sits in the room with you and tells you about Himself.
When freedom is no longer a part of a theory, but rather a story.
Where Joy is the family name.
Where redemption is something that you taste.
My son, my daughter, my love… welcome to the reign of grace.
© Sower of Seeds International Ministries 2015 – All rights reserved. All written material and photographs belong exclusively to Sower of Seeds International Ministries unless where otherwise noted. To request permission to re-post or use any material found on this website please contact us.