The Last Nightthe sky was painted black and grey, the wind blew eerily on that day,
flock of white doves that normally fly, stayed hidden awaywhile a soldier looked up towards the sky-
with lifted hands
cried toward the heavens-‘why?’looking up,
the earthquake shook
the city, rumbling of thunder like the growling of a lion
assuaging his hunger;while women looked on with tearful eyes,
best buddy holds
his mother tight, his head bowed low,
in silent death;the execution
that would lay his soul to rest;the traitor’s kiss the fearful lies,
the jogging away,
the excellent betray;the scales of justice,
tip towards your side
as hope began anew that night;the wave washes clean-
prints in the sand;
the eraser cleans the table, with the teacher’s hand;the top that’s torn
is mended like new;
the blood-stained dress,
is washed through and through,
white and clean
as the morning dew;the hit in the face the agony,
the crack of the whip,
the bloody knees,
the shame and spit, and rip of flesh,
the imminent death
the ultimate breath;carrying the weight of the world to the most effective of a hill
tortured steps,
day-time – seems to stand still;
Of Struggle and Conflict – Jerusalembloodied back
the morning’s tough chill, integrity of love
unselfishly willed;purple coat
and crown of thorns, rolling down his beard,
a drop of blood;a silent reminder
of the coming day, and it drops
to the dirty ground beside his sandaled feet;the love of truth,
the washing of hands, the sleepless night,
light of dawn’s emerging sands;in silence- eyes focused straight towards the sky,
while birds fly by,
and women cry;while nails poised to pierce
hands and feet,
a gasp of pain
with the angels’ accompanying grief;while tortured nails
of the greatest testwere abruptly driven
through his poised, taut flesh;’forgive them please,’
he was observed to say-
that eventful day
he lifted his eyes and silently
prayed
while on the stake;’You will be with me
in paradise’s embrace’
he offered a man
through his tortured face a man that deserved it not
yet the promise
will perhaps not be ignored, foreverwhile spring’s new moon
traveled onward
through space
to light up the night time world in yet another place that knew not
what got place;the stab of a spear
into the medial side of a man, while blood spilled out
like tears,
on the ground it lay;the price built on that day, like a debt
that was finally paid,
or the purchase to free -a hostage slave;’Why have you left me?’
in tortured pain,
with eyes looking upward towards heaven
body writhing in shame;the broken body
of an useless dove, put upon a stake-
a fair exchange
for an awful mistake;’I will carry your problems if you believe,
to waters of lifeI will to you-lead,’
is what he said
two-thousand decades atras,
before his death;and on leaves of life-giving bushes, for a thousand years,
you will feed
an account of misfortune, triumph,
of millenniums’ plan
skillfully weaved.End of PoemThe Last Night About Pictures of Jesus‘ last hours on earth and death. One interesting fact about Pictures of Jesus‘ death is that in accordance with Biblical students, Pictures of Jesus most likely died on the simple share, rather than a two-pieced cross. The original Greek words usually translated ‘cross,’ originally intended a stake, or upright pole, as used in Jesus’ day, and the form of execution used in Roman times was a stake. The cross was a pagan symbol which later became part of Christianity, describes Vine’s Expository Dictionary of New Testament Words. The composition is dependant on the Gospel accounts of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John.

This, naturally, takes nothing away for the supreme act of love that Jesus Christ produced in behalf of the others, in that he willing gave up his life to pay for the sing of mankind and give those who consider chance for everlasting life, in line with the Bible. Jesus claimed, ‘For God loved the world so much, that he gave his only begotten Son, in order that everyone exercising faith in him, mightn’t be destroyed, but have everlasting life.’ Jesus said, also, ‘No man has greater love than this, that he must surrender his soul in behalf of his friends.’When Jesus had been completed, he prayed to God, ‘Father forgive them, for they do not know very well what they are doing.’ Jesus had taught his followers to pray for their enemies, and bless those who find themselves persecuting you, and he practiced what he himself preached.He continued to think, not of himself, but of others as he was being executed. He said to the girl who have been crying as he had been generated Golgotha, ‘Cry perhaps not for me but for yourselves, because.

..’ Jesus knew the tests that have been ahead for a few of these women.He asked his closest disciple John, from the torture stake to take his mother into his house, ‘Look your mother.’ And to Mary his mother he said, ‘Look your son.’ He said this whilst he was in his last hours of life. And before he died, he blessed the sincere and repentant evildoer who had been being executed alongside him, ‘Undoubtedly I tell you today, You will be with me in paradise.

‘Could anyone have constructed this type of high ethos? This kind of story of the best amount of self-sacrifice that’s ever been discussed a real historical individual? It seems very unlikely that anyone might have cleverly crafted this type of story. Jesus Christ was a real part of history, and the very fact remains, that no man has left as large a footprint on the planet earth, than this simple father and ministry, Jesus Christ, although some doubt some of the important points of his life and death. He was the greatest man who actually lived, and the Bible says he was resurrected to God’s right hand, where he was employed by God as King and Judge of all earth. He’s our Savior, He is our Redeemer. He is the Son of God. He’s our Lord.