7 Last Sayings

Upon the hill where skies turned gray,
A man on rugged cross did lay.
The crowd below, a mix of cries,
Some filled with hate, some with sighs.

In pain, He hung ‘twixt earth and heaven,
And uttered words, count they seven,
Each phrase a glimpse into the deep,
The promises our souls to keep.

“Father, forgive,” He first implored,
For those who knew not their dear Lord.
He pardoned them with love so vast,
A grace through ages meant to last.

“Today with me in paradise,”
To thief beside, His words suffice.
A promise of a life beyond,
For penitent hearts so fond.

“Behold your son,” to mother dear,
“Behold your mother,” love sincere.
In midst of pain, He cared for kin,
A testament of love within.

“My God, why have You forsaken me?”
A cry from depths, humanity.
In darkest hour, felt alone,
Yet trust in Father’s will was shown.

“I thirst,” He spoke, in pain revealed,
A prophecy, once long concealed.
Not just for water’s cooling grace,
But souls to save from sin’s embrace.

“It is finished,” victory’s call,
Redemption’s work, He gave His all.
The battle won, the price was paid,
On foundations of sacrifice laid.

“Father, into Your hands,” last plea,
A spirit given, now set free.
The final breath, the closing scene,
Till death’s dark veil would intervene.

These seven sayings, echoes still,
Through centuries, they work His will.
Expressions of a love so true,
From cross to us, they daily renew.