760 Aslan at Golgotha 4-19-18

He was no lamb!

This was a lion led to slaughter.

Not with bloody bleating,

rather,
with intention
and a muffled growl,
He submitted.

Even knowing His power,
aware of possibilities:
a shredded centurion;
a pharisee devoured;
even
never seeing light
beyond the far portals of His tomb,

still He sheathed His claws,
clamped shut His jaws,
surrendered to the Law,
cried to His Father King,
bowed down His mane crowned head.

And while His pride
lamented from their lair,
they watched Him
lay down His life
and die.

Then,
He sabbathed
’till the stone was rolled aside.

And,

since,

His Resurrections roar resounds
through the vast reaches of His creation.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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