AND STILL HE WALKED

He could hear the crowd screaming, "crucify, crucify..."
He could hear the hatred in their voices,
These were His chosen people.
He loved them and they were going to crucify Him.
He was beaten, bleeding and weakened...
His heart was broken,
But still He walked

He could see the crowd as he came from the palace.
He knew each face so well.
He had created them.
He knew every smile, laugh and shed tear,
But now they were contorted with rage.
His heart broke.
But still He walked.

Was He scared? You and I would have been,
So his humanness would have mandated that He was.
He felt alone. His disciples had left,
Denied and betrayed Him.
He searched the crowd for a loving face
And He saw very few.
Then He turned His face to the only one that mattered
And He knew that He would never be alone.
He looked back at the crowd -
At the people who were spitting at Him
Throwing rocks at Him and mocking Him,
And he knew...
That because of Him, they would never be alone.
So for them, He walked.

The sounds of the hammer striking the spikes
Echoed through the crowd.
The sounds of His cries echoed even louder,
The cheers of the crowd, as His hands and feet
Were nailed to the cross, intensified with each blow.
Loudest of all was the still, small voice inside His
Heart that whispered, "I am with you my Son,"
And God's voice broke.
He had let his Son walk.

Jesus could have asked God to end His suffering,
But instead He asked God to forgive.
Not to forgive Him,
But to forgive those who were prosecuting Him.
As He hung on that cross, dying an imaginable death,
He looked out and saw, not only the faces in the crowd,
But also, the face of every person yet to be,
And His heart filled with love.
As His body was dying, His heart was alive.
Alive with the limitless, unconditional love
He feels for each of us.
That is why He walked.

When I forget how much My God loves me,
I remember His walk.
When I wonder if I can be forgiven,
I remember His walk.
When I need reminded of how to live for Christ,
I think of His walk.
And to show Him how much I love Him,
I wake up each morning, turn my eyes to Him
And I walk.

Author Unknown

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