I am posting another poem I wrote back in 1999. While on the cross, Jesus uttered the words, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” Just a short while before, He said, “Father, if you are willing, take this cup from me; yet not my will, but yours be done.” As I began thinking of those two phrases coming from the lips of my Lord, I began to realize that the anguish He felt wasn’t the dread of the physical pain, or at least not JUST that pain. He was preparing himself to experience something much worse. This poem is a result of that revelation from God.<\/p>\n
His Greatest Loss<\/strong> There He was, on His head He wore a thorny crown. I could see the pain of the beatings clearly in His eyes. “Crucify Him!” they’d screamed. “Hang Him from a tree!” I will never forget the anguished look on His face. But that seemed like nothing, compared to when, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” was what he said. I didn’t understand then, just what He had lost. You see, He was a man, but, also God’s Son. He’d been one with God for an eternity past. Three days later a miracle took place. His death paid for my sins and allowed God to forgive. He’s in Heaven again with the Father above. He’d suffered the greatest of losses on Calvary’s tree. That is why I say “All praise be to His name” \n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I am posting another poem I wrote back in 1999. While on the cross, Jesus uttered the words, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” Just a short while before, He said, “Father, if you are willing, take this cup from me; yet not my will, but yours be done.” As I began […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"His Greatest Loss","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[2,6,30],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-146","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-bible","category-personal","category-poetry"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p3Mji6-2m","jetpack_likes_enabled":false,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/musings.butchevans.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/146","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/musings.butchevans.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/musings.butchevans.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/musings.butchevans.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/musings.butchevans.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=146"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/musings.butchevans.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/146\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":147,"href":"http:\/\/musings.butchevans.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/146\/revisions\/147"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/musings.butchevans.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=146"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/musings.butchevans.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=146"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/musings.butchevans.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=146"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nWritten on: 1999-10-17<\/p>\n
\nDrops of blood ran and dripped to the ground.<\/p>\n
\nIn my head, I could still hear the crowd’s cries.<\/p>\n
\nI just stood quietly by. That says a lot about me.<\/p>\n
\nThe pain He’d endured, just a part of the plan of grace.<\/p>\n
\nFor the first time, He faced death to pay for my sin.<\/p>\n
\nHe took His last breath, then, in death, He bowed His head.<\/p>\n
\nAs God turned His back to this man on the cross.<\/p>\n
\nIt had been foretold. He was the promised One.<\/p>\n
\nEven as a man, that oneness held fast.<\/p>\n
\nJesus rose again to complete God’s plan of grace.<\/p>\n
\nHis life provided a more abundant life for me to live.<\/p>\n
\nHe had completed His mission of love.<\/p>\n
\nHe endured a separation from God just for me.<\/p>\n
\nFor His greatest loss was my greatest gain.<\/p>\n