How Love Wins

 I deserved this entirely, my sins laid out before me. I was a thief since I could walk; it was ingrained into my nature and this punishment was inevitable. No love for me, no hands to comfort my lonely heart, no, I am alone and now I am to die, just as I deserve.

 But He is here as well and I see that He should not be. Even in my bitter agony, I see His suffering is worse, for He deserves none of it. The crowd is cruel to Him and my heart breaks, for my eyes are open to who He is. I want to hide from His knowing gaze but I am trapped here, my vile darkness bared to the world.

 Even as He suffer, He looks at me with the most loving gaze and I cannot bare it. I should be in His place, or I should be kneeling before Him, begging for forgiveness. In my only possible way of showing Him the respect He deserves, I defend Him, wanting so desperately to thank Him, to let the crowd know who He is.

 And the words He speaks then, no, they can not be true. My sins are too many to be forgiven! It’s too late for me now as I hand here among other sinners. Tears run down my face as He forgives my every deed, letting sweet love soak into my heart. In awe. I know I am clean, forgiven by the Son of God.

 Still, he suffers and all seems hopeless. Yet this is all part of the pan and as my life ebbs away, I know my king will triumph. The clouds are dark now but the sun will shine again one day. Love will not be vanquished; love will overcome even the darkest enemy, ever hungry death.

Then He is there before me, offering His nail pierced hand. I take it and we step across the threshold to the place where pain is no more. Pure joy and adoration fill my heart and I enter the heavenly kingdom.