Moment in Chains

The chains held Him up
The hook in dripping ceiling
Strange rest…and needed
From the burdens and blame
Needy crowds with thick ears
Messages only half heard…

Grace extended to
Sickness sadness
Hearts terribly alone
While He offered Father
Heard from Father
Mission ongoing.
Religion then available
Proved so ugly
So short-sighted.

Still He painted the Kingdom
Til powers of men
Taunted Him
Tested Him
Tethered Him
Took Him to farcical
Judgment seats.
Laying on those chains.
The hook in that ceiling
Now offered short respite.

The Morrow held mobs
And that Hill.
Almost through and accomplished.
The Resurrection promise
Soon His only mainstay.


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Married and father of two. Living in Waterloo, Ontario. Workplace health and safety professional. Blogger. Poet. Nature hiker. History buff. Inspirational writer. Newsboy for Jesus.

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