OUR SAVIOR (His Knees)

The time had arrived. The night had come. Jesus knew His betrayal, His trial, His crucifixion and His death were coming. So, He prayed. He prayed that He might be spared, but also, that His Father’s will be done. He prayed earnestly, so earnestly His sweat became like drops of blood. He knew the awesome horror of the suffering He would face. He accepted it for you, for me, for all people everywhere. That’s how much He loves us.

HIS KNEES

I close my eyes and see
Him down upon His knees
as under Heaven He pleads
so anguished that He bleeds—
the sin that fills His cup,
tastes like bitterest dregs.

His knees are marked with scars
for they’ve borne him lonely hours
alone upon some mountainside
praying with His Father,
though now His head is bowed,
where is Heaven’s power?

The flesh upon His knees
like His battered body bleeds,
the flagellum’s cruel strokes
have torn them all apart—
even were He off that tree
He could not bow those knees.

M.S.
Easter 2006

And being in agony
he prayed more earnestly;
and his sweat
became like great drops of blood
falling down to the ground.

Luke 22: 44 (ESV)