The Cost

As we approach Easter, I invite you to read and reflect on this Crucifixion poem

So this was the cost, the price you had to pay for me
to be with me; to save me; to redeem me

You laid down here for me; Hung here for me; Died here for me

You laid down here for me; as they laughed at you,
and said who’s hitting you
You laid down here for me; as they nailed you, impaled you
You laid here as nails cut you, pierced you, broke you
You laid down here for me

You hung here for me as they mocked you
Jew King, here’s your crown so come down and be king
You hung here for me as your breath wouldn’t come
And the blood wouldn’t stop and nails or no nails you still are God
and could have come down and made the pain stop
and made the laughs stop
but you hung here for me

You died here for me as you said, “It is finished”
And now there is nothing left, but the horror of this place
And I want to turn away, to walk away, to run away
To just forget without regret, all the horror of this place;
of the blood on your face
And the pain of the nails and the hole in your side
But I can’t turn away ‘cause I need to be saved

And if this is what it takes for me to know you
To be with you, to find you; if this is what it takes for you to save me
Then I can’t look away
‘Cause I need you to save this soul that cries out for you, dies for you, reaches for you
If this is what it takes then I all I can say is: “Crucify! Crucify! Crucify!”
Cause I need to be saved; And I… I can’t pay the cost”

As we behold the Man upon the cross and remember, may the beauty and the sorrow of the journey of Lent and Easter, and all it means for us at St John’s, give life and depth and joy and grace to you as individual, your family and our church community!

Peace, Elzaan