Beautiful Manauthor unknownIn the burning heat of the day
You hang before the eyes of mankind;
naked, abused, and alone,
Oh, so painfully alone!
Your beautiful brow
bleeding from the crown of thorns,
promises that I, too, shall wear a glorious crown.
Your eternal eyes,
blackened from the repeated blows,
promise that my eyes shall behold my beautiful King.
Your magnificent mouth,
bleeding and parched from lack of water,
promises that I shall drink and never again know thirst.
Your broad back,
mutilated from the lashes of a whip,
promises comfort and healing from all my diseases.
Your splendid side,
pierced through by a cruel spear,
promises me entrance into the very heart of God.
Your battered, beautiful body
racked with pain and bearing my sins,
promises me forgiveness and eternal,
unspeakable joy!
Three nails held you to the cross:
Faith, Hope, and Love.
Faith that I might see,
Hope that I might believe,
and Love that I might live!
People say that love can be felt,
but cannot be seen.
But I beg to differ, just look at the cross
and tell me what you see.
Is this not true Love that you see hanging there?