Seized and stripped and slapped and spit upon,
Scornful salutations; sorrow; shame;
Satan stalks the Son of God and Son of Man:
Scarlet stripes, scalding tears, searing pain;
Search the scriptures; surely they the story tell:
Insatiable evil strikes; the Lamb is slain.
But surely, it’s my sins He bore, my sorrow,
My sickness, my distress, my grief, my pain.
Submitted Sacrifice: He sealed the promise;
Sufficient, He bought me peace with God again.
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The Happy Wordcrafter 
A well written description of the sobering reality of what Easter is all about! Thank you, Sandra.
Thank you, Sharon. It’s part of a week-long poem project focusing on the suffering and victory of Jesus. My goal is to write one poem every day from Palm Sunday through Easter Monday.