Splintered wood, roughly hewn,
awaits unjust death.
Nails, crudely hammered,
through hands that healed.
On the tree He created,
His torn flesh hangs.
But, mercy still comforts the sinner
between the agony of every breath,
’til it is finished
and the Son is glorified by the Father.
(first published in Medium)
Based on verses from the book of Luke (NIV):
39 One of the criminals who hung there hurled insults at him: “Aren’t you the Messiah? Save yourself and us!”
40 But the other criminal rebuked him. “Don’t you fear God,” he said, “since you are under the same sentence? 41 We are punished justly, for we are getting what our deeds deserve. But this man has done nothing wrong.”
42 Then he said, “Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom.”
43 Jesus answered him, “Truly I tell you, today you will be with me in paradise.” (Luke 23: 39–43. NIV)