The Cross' Conqueror

The suffering was too much for the Man's body.
No human body could bear the cross' torturous method.
Executions are usually so garanteed.
He did not last.
Death had claimed him.
His hundreds of followers abandoned him.
Only a few remained. A broken few.
They had hoped that he was strong enough,
that he was powerful enough to escape.
They did not understand that he was even stronger to stay.
To let himself be killed like that.
To die when he had done no wrong.
Some visited his tomb.
They did not understand that Death could not keep him.
Death had been established as punishment for lawbreakers.
And that meant everybody deserved it. You too.
Admit you've never done anything wrong.
But he had broken no law, no rules.
He was innocent.
They did not understand that there was something out there.
Something bigger at work.
The most perfect of men had died the worst of deaths. What now?
The cross had killed his body. But not his spirit.
He had given it away.
The tomb had held his body. But not his spirit.
He had given it away remember?
Those who visisted his tomb found it empty.
The Man could not stay dead. Death could not keep him.
He was innocent.
And yet he had chosen to stay. To die such a horrible death.
Because he knew he was stronger.
The wounds remained. The pierced hands were still pierced.
But they no longer bled.
The cross had left its mark.
But Jesus had conquered it.