The Sacrificial Love of Christ
by Kristine Stanton © 2025The thorns I see that crown You, Christ,
were thrust upon your head,
along with hateful words that mocked
and wished that you were dead.
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 hung you on a wooden cross —
'twas in the Father's plans.
This torture lasted countless hours
until You met with death.
You called out to the LORD above
as you breathed Your last breath.
And on the day of Your demise
Your family cried — 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
in Heaven — up above.
This poem was a finalist in the
March 2025 poetry contest
