On the cross He died that day,
A low and beaten man
Reaching towards Heaven’s sky,
Blood dripping from His hand

Those who passed by hurled insults,
As all watched Him in pain
The King of Jews was written above,
Instead of Jesus’ name

“Come down from the cross!
Save yourself!” they said,
But Jesus knew what must be done,
As He humbly bowed His head

From six to nine the thunder rolled,
As darkness filled the land
And when the final hour reached,
No longer could He stand

His Father turned His head away,
To be shielded from the sight
As in just one, last loud breath,
Jesus died that night

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. For information on how to order her new book, go to www.facebook.com/mrskjnelson.