Still He Walked

by Carrie McCutcheon

He could hear the crowds screaming "crucify, crucify"...

He could hear the hatred in their voices,

These were His chosen people. He loved them,

And they were going to crucify him.

He was beaten, bleeding, and weakened...His heart was broken,

But still He walked.

He could see the crowd as He came from the palace.

He knew each of the faces so well. He had created them.

He knew every smile, laugh, and shed tear,

But now they were contorted with rage and anger...his heart broke,

But still He walked.

Was He scared? You and I would have been, so His humanness would

Have mandated that He was. He felt alone. His disciples

Had left, denied, and even betrayed Him.

He searched the crowd for a loving face and He saw very few.

Then he turned His eyes to the only One that mattered

And he knew that He would never be alone.

He looked back at the crowd, at the people who were spitting

At Him, throwing rocks at him and mocking him and He knew

That because of Him, they would never be alone.

So for them, He walked.

The sounds of the hammer striking the spikes echoed through

The crowd. The sounds of His cries echoed even louder,

The cheers of the crowd, as His hands and feet

Were nailed to the cross, intensified with each blow.

Loudest of all was the still small voice inside His

Heart that whispered "I am with you, my Son,"

And God's heart broke.

He had let His Son walk.

When I forget how much My God loves me,

I remember His walk.

When I wonder if I can be forgiven,

I remember His walk.

When I need reminded of how to live like Christ,

I think of His walk.

And to show him how much I love him,

I wake up each morning, turn my eyes to Him,

And I walk.

LaGrange, Kentucky