Perfect Lamb, Now slaughtered
Holy King, dethroned
Spitting, mocking, killing,
Yet still His heart they owned 

Ripping, tearing open flesh,
Blood freely flowing down
Laughing even harder,
As they placed the thorny crown

Wincing, crushed, and dying,
He prayed, “Your will, not mine,”
Forgetting, humbling all His self,
That His Father’s love may shine

Watching His created,
Pierce nails into His hands
Beat Him til’ His shaky legs,
Could barely even stand

Raising up the cross so high,
His blood did trickle down
Screaming out, “I love you all!”
Without a single sound

Perfect Lamb, Now Risen
Holy King, Rethroned
Sitting as His Father’s side,
In their Heavenly abode

By Emily Nelson
Emily and her husband KJ are students at the Bear Valley Bible Institute of Denver. She is originally from Murfreesboro, TN and is the only Christian in her family.  She has been writing poetry for many years and was first published at age 11.