Sacrificial Love
by Kristine Stanton © 2026The thorns I see that crown You, Christ,
were thrust upon Your head,
as many mocked and sneered at You
with hateful words they said.
Your body slashed, unrecognized—
You bled from head to toe.
You walked the path to Calvary;
the pathway of Sor-row.
Now Roman soldiers hammered nails
into Your feet and hands.
They hanged You on a wooden cross;
'twas in the Father's plans.
This torture lasted countless hours
until You met Your death.
You called out to Almighty God
then breathed Your final breath.
And on the day of Your demise
Your family grieved; they wept.
Your body, buried in a tomb,
was guarded and well-kept.
'Twas on the third day You arose;
the battle had been won.
You defeated death, the grave;
You are the risen Son.
You offered up Your life for ours
with sacrificial love.
And now You're seated with the LORD
at His right hand above.
This poem won second place for the
March 2026 poetry contest
