Going to Golgotha

The twisted thorns were on his head; Pints of red blood were oozing out. You could hear him groan as the whips’ thongs coiled and lacerated his frail, suffering body Broken, He’d falter and fall and kneel and rise again as He dragged the wooden cross; laden with the people’s sins But they jeered on, …

Outstretched Arms

Naked, bruised, goryWith outstretched armsyou emptied all out.It is finished, you said With outstretched armsLost, weary and in despairI am empty before you That your outstretched armswill embrace minein grace and pardon. Get your FREE copy of my inspirational poetry chapbook, When I Became a Man, here  Ogaga Eruteya is a Nigerian Christian minister, writer and speaker. He …