the pause
between that other world
and this.
the one
before the cross,
where the weight of sin
was too heavy to bear,
and the new one
that is about to dawn.
‘But now, with eager expectation, all creation longs for freedom from its slavery to decay and to experience with us the wonderful freedom coming to God’s children.’
Romans 8:21, TPT.
I was thinking in this poem about the moment of Jesus dying on the cross and all the things that it changed. Would anyone there at the time have realised the gravity of what was happening?
elisabeth pike 