In The End

Jesus stands With the very scourge in hand That ripped his own flesh So very long ago. It's the end of all time When every woman and man trembling stands Awaiting - certain to receive each their own due. As all walk, or crawl, to his side Meekly expecting to get the endless lash... What a surprise, when he hands it to them Turns and offers his own deeply scarred back. -One by one we all lay the flagra down And dropp to our knees upon this holy ground Overcome with joy Of the final sanctification As God himself lifts up everyone Issuing each their own true name In this the last and greatest eternal Revelation. The last to arrive On this the Great Day Are a few Roman soldiers From so very far away These the same Who in ignorance flogged Jesus at will With nothing more, nor less Upon their devious minds...than to kill. But now the tides of time have turned, For in great glory Christ has returned. As here he stands over all creation, King and Lord of all nations. These Centurians who beat him long ago Kneel at his feet, bent so low; Many centuries before These few came to understand In the aftermath of all they'd seen and done Truly the One they had killed Was far more than mere man Indeed he was, and is, God's own beloved Son. So, they bow at his pierced feet Fully aware that the one they murdered then Now holds the souls of all men. Does he wield the whip In divine justice done? No. With a tender spirit and compassionate heart He tenderly lifts them One by one Up from the cold hard ground. He wipes away the tears and says 'You are forever forgiven, Welcome Home, to this Your eternal heaven.' -If God refuses salvation, through Christ, To even one who truly asks Then how could any of us Ever stand a chance? Thank God he does forgive, Thereby we all, by grace, can Finally and forever, truly live.