Bubbles of pain packaged in the hands of the very people who shouted Hosana…Hosana.. Hosana
The very people whose agony he personified. The very people whose transgressions were upon his shoulder.
The reproach was for his accusers yet he carried all of it with pride. He was slapped with agony yet he was without blemish.
The cup of suffering could have passed him but he grabbed it with love.
He is the living water yet he was served with vinegar
The irony of his circumstance was just because of his assignment.
Hope was restored
The difference was clear
His words came to pass
His accusers marvelled
Where were the watchmen?
Everything made meaning
His utterances became useful
The accursed cross became an emblem of hope.
Jesus to our rescue
He defeated death
The snare of the tomb is broken.
It is finished.
Mission accomplished to the latter.